<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:23:24.658+02:00</updated><category term='breasts'/><category term='Pavement drawings'/><category term='meat'/><category term='Hash'/><category term='Julian Beever'/><category term='artificial insemination'/><category term='honourkill'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='funny'/><category term='guitarist'/><category term='3d'/><category term='Dublin'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='excuse'/><category term='Death Penalty'/><category term='Panda Sneeze'/><category term='bras'/><category term='rent'/><category term='gift'/><category term='burned 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term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Fogh'/><category term='landlord'/><category term='Isabell Kristensen'/><category term='careless'/><category term='KDND 107.9'/><category term='Chantal Sebire'/><category term='sneeze'/><category term='house'/><category term='20'/><category term='weird'/><category term='middle-age'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='US'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='special day'/><category term='health'/><category term='questions'/><category term='amazing guitar player'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='genes'/><category term='pagefile'/><category term='thief'/><category term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Silver Drizzle</title><subtitle type='html'>Fighting injustice is an endless battle that can't be won, but speaking up is the beginning of making a cruel world tolerable.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where might I have seen this before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/SBtxrYIQDKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cKFydXWrrmg/s1600-h/shrekcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/SBtxrYIQDKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cKFydXWrrmg/s400/shrekcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195871585127369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-737372599709787500?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Judge for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04046100055831219 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9z7-PXnGqM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9z7-PXnGqM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9z7-PXnGqM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to think about the above video, so I can't even comment on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6725530717361306924?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6725530717361306924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6725530717361306924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6725530717361306924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6725530717361306924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/03/almouftinoun-movie.html' title='Almouftinoun, the movie'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1184436482996126215</id><published>2008-03-27T22:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:29:40.926+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geert wilders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitna the movie'/><title type='text'>Fitna the movie</title><content type='html'>I just watched Fitna the movie (by Geert Wilders) and I'm left with a funny feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel... almost empty. I don't know what to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning, I've been against this movie. I did not find it necessary to provoke.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sceptical aswell, considered it a mediastunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I've watched it... And although I don't like racism or the attempt at taking away people's freedom of religion, I still feel grateful for this movie, despite how unpleasant it was to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to generalize and lump all muslims together, I refuse to see Islam as a hateful religion, because I KNOW that Fitna is exclusively showing the dark sides. And every religion or belief has dark sides - christianity too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, I do hope everyone watches this movie. Everyone, muslims too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it hurts to be shown all of the most frightening and dark sides of your belief and obviously it must hurt evenmore when somebody is trying to set a stop to your belief altogether.&lt;br /&gt;None the less... if one, as a muslim, can't see the constructive part of the movie also, and for that reason damnes Wilders and all from the west, well then that person is part of what the movie is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light has to be shed on the ugly sides aswell, they don't go away because they are made silent. More the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time that everyone, muslims and non muslims, wake up and stops the gruesome things that are going on in God's name (or Allah's name). We're in the year 2008, the Middle Ages are long over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope there will be muslims outthere, that, like me, can see that this movie isn't simply an insult. I hope there will be rational people outhere that can see beyond Wilders' wish to stop the "Islamination" and instead stop the fanaticism, the Middle Ages methods and instead of that emphasize and share the compassion that Islam also consists of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A believer (in God aswell as Allah) has to first and foremost show him or herself as such through love and compassion, NOT through hate, torment and murder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a link to the movie, it may load slow due to heavy load:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=7d9_1206624103"&gt;http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=7d9_1206624103&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1184436482996126215?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1184436482996126215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1184436482996126215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1184436482996126215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1184436482996126215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-watched-fitna-movie-by-geert.html' title='Fitna the movie'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6848696167117022570</id><published>2008-03-20T15:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:04:57.734+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chantal Sebire'/><title type='text'>Chantal</title><content type='html'>This nice looking lady is Chantal Sebire from France. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R-J6dKpOEVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JZao_oSC_Mo/s1600-h/Chantal-Sebire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179837162921529682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R-J6dKpOEVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JZao_oSC_Mo/s400/Chantal-Sebire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In 2002 she was diagnosed with a tumor in her sinus. A very rare one, that only 200 people have been diagnosed with in the past 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;The result of this tumor, in it's tricky location, was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179837841526362466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R-J7EqpOEWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/z7Br1la_JA8/s400/chantal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the tumor can't be removed and it is very aggressive, it would continue to grow and make her face even more deformed.&lt;br /&gt;Chantal couldn't live with the pain and a face that made her look like a monster. So she wrote a plea to the president of France, asking to be helped to die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in France, euthanasia isn't legal, so her request was denied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only two days after the government denied to help her, she was found dead. The cause is still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Chantal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179839684067332466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R-J8v6pOEXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/czHbhB90S28/s400/12_61_53---Lily_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6848696167117022570?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6848696167117022570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6848696167117022570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6848696167117022570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6848696167117022570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/03/chantal.html' title='Chantal'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R-J6dKpOEVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JZao_oSC_Mo/s72-c/Chantal-Sebire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7407151261641457642</id><published>2008-03-13T13:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:03:36.045+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superfetch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagefile'/><title type='text'>Vista hurdles</title><content type='html'>When I bought a new PC -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;a great one in my opinion 4gig of ram, 3ghz core duo 2 and an NVidia Geforce 8800 GTX card &lt;/span&gt;- it only seemed natural to get VISTA with it.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall VISTA had been out for a while, most bugs were squashed and I'd be getting vista sooner or later anyway, so why go through reinstalling twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vista 32bit was installed, and it is true. It is a WAUW experience. It's absolutely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course there were tweaks to be done to get most out of it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to the not-so-good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The first annoyance to be found was that it was only recognizing 3 out of the 4gigs of RAM installed.&lt;br /&gt;I put my husband and his friend - they're both IT proffessionals - on a mission to solve this mystery. They couldn't. One of them even insisted the motherboard was faulty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After alot of reading and testing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; found out that apparently the system reserves one gig for hardware whenever you have more than 2gig.&lt;br /&gt;So... I physically have 4gig, but only have 3available, ok well, no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;This by the way can be turned off, but is not reccomended, so... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next major concern came when I was checking out the task manager, 11mb free ram?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way...! I was always running alot more programs on XP without problems than I am now on vista WITH memory problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the source. A program called Superfetch. Disabling that stopped the memory from appearing to leak...&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting memory errors particularly from heavy graphic games and programs, that's just not right with 3gig of memory. I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;My pagefile is big enough, so it can't be that.&lt;br /&gt;Put my husband on a mission to solving this mystery too, I was certain there had to be a leak somewhere still. Using between 16-25% of the physical memory before me even starting anything big was just not OK in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get it to go lower than 18% before opening things, but I have been doing research on vista and pagefiling and I found out what superfetch is.&lt;br /&gt;It's an all new memory management feature, never seen in Windows before.&lt;br /&gt;It is SUPPOSED to hog all the memory.&lt;br /&gt;What it does is it fills up the cache and over time remembers how you use your PC, which programs you run and when. It'll even remember if you have preferences on what programs you use on certain weekdays, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;It is not a BAD thing when superfetch is running to only have 10mb free, because the memory that it caches is in theory still available for use, it will just drop some of the cached things when you open up something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning this process will be slow, but overtime as it learns how you use the computer, it will be faster because the PC will have already preloaded the programs it assumes you will use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How clever is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly it is not very clever of Microsoft to not point this out specifically. Alot of people have been disabling superfetch thinking it was the cause of a memory leak...&lt;br /&gt;But the idea is good though.&lt;br /&gt;I have turned it back on, and will leave it running for a few weeks to see if my memory errors will be cleared up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray it will, or I'll just have to hope they get done fixing up 64bit soon so I can get that instead, aswell as some more RAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7407151261641457642?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7407151261641457642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7407151261641457642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7407151261641457642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7407151261641457642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/03/vista-hurdles.html' title='Vista hurdles'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1777714515292840451</id><published>2008-03-08T15:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:49:28.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R9KnccnyQXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bjvX84uzZyk/s1600-h/forgive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175383028963361138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R9KnccnyQXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bjvX84uzZyk/s400/forgive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R9KnK8nyQWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YzbDWMkEF6g/s1600-h/forgive.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1777714515292840451?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1777714515292840451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1777714515292840451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1777714515292840451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1777714515292840451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R9KnccnyQXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bjvX84uzZyk/s72-c/forgive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5346755592700271646</id><published>2008-03-04T10:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:30:14.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of speech is not for everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R80WH5wBa7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5yP9bIVmfQQ/s1600-h/Oscars_Show_327068d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173815871935703986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R80WH5wBa7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5yP9bIVmfQQ/s400/Oscars_Show_327068d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We people from the west, in particular Europe and USA, are very fond of our right to freedom of speech. And we don't hesitate to use this excuse when accused of being racist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But freedom of speech is not for everyone and it's definitely not for all topics, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marion Cotillard received an oscar about a week ago for her role in &lt;em&gt;La vie en Rose&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, before she was known in Hollywood, Cotillard said in an interview that she thought 9/11 was a conspiracy. She said that she thought World Trade Center was taken down because it would be cheaper to just do that, than to renovate it and bring it up to date.&lt;br /&gt;She refers to a tower in Spain that was burning for 24 hours without collapsing, and other towers hit by planes that never collapsed, and yet the twin towers collapsed; in her words: &lt;em&gt;"within minutes" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She regrets saying this now. Back then nothing much was thought of it, but now that's she's more known, it has stirred a commotion in USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she not have the right to freedom of speech?&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I find it rather childish for people to react this way a year after it's been said. We're in 2008 folks, 9/11 was in 2001, and she said it a year ago!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this stirs a commotion, I'm sorry, but then I really think some people need to get a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;We all know that she is not the only one with this opinion. The conspiracy theories are many, and people have a RIGHT to believe in what they want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to diminish the tragedy of 9/11, yes it was terrible and no it won't be forgotten, and Cotillard didn't try to diminish it either.&lt;br /&gt;What I am saying is, find something else to spend your energy on, than on what someone SAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5346755592700271646?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5346755592700271646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5346755592700271646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5346755592700271646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5346755592700271646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/03/freedom-of-speech-is-not-for-everyone.html' title='Freedom of speech is not for everyone'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R80WH5wBa7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5yP9bIVmfQQ/s72-c/Oscars_Show_327068d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6793736993778896415</id><published>2008-03-01T22:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:36:36.432+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fogh'/><title type='text'>Brown nosing - a definition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's a clear definition of what brown nosing means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172888635419644002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R8nKzojX0GI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BFPWvuCjFPQ/s400/brown-nosing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those that still don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture shows two men. One is, according to polls, the most unpopular president in the history of presidents of United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is the prime minister of Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;According to him, Bush and he are good pals!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now let me be more clear on the brown nosing part, and let me remind you... The guy on the right is according to polls the most unpopular president in the history of presidents of Unites States...!&lt;br /&gt;The prime minister of Denmark, Fogh, has openly admitted that he not only supports Bush, he praises him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He praises him for his battle for freedom and democracy all over the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I need to say anymore?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6793736993778896415?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6793736993778896415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6793736993778896415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6793736993778896415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6793736993778896415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/03/brown-nosing-definition.html' title='Brown nosing - a definition'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R8nKzojX0GI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BFPWvuCjFPQ/s72-c/brown-nosing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6837290376010179882</id><published>2008-02-27T10:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:44:05.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Muslims</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you, for whatever reasons, leave your home to come live temporarily or permanently in another country, please do bring your own traditions and values.&lt;br /&gt;Most people are - or at least were - open minded in the west and willing to try things or do things in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;But, Dear Muslims, please do not come and mock our traditions and beliefs and do not try to force your views or ethics on us.&lt;br /&gt;We have our ways and welcome yours as long as it doesn't interfer with our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most schools, at least in Denmark, hats and other headgear is prohibited and has been that way since before the whole veil-debate. The reason for this is that the teacher can't see their students faces and thus can't tell if they are following or not.&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, muslim girls have been allowed their veils in most school, out of respect for their religion and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym class is mandatory in school for all kids that doesn't have a medical condition that makes them unable to participate.&lt;br /&gt;Showering afterwards is also mandatory - so kids won't have to smell each others sweat all day! Again, only if a medical condition that would make it hard to shower with the others is present, they will be allowed to skip this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time I checked, Islam was not an illness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, despite these traditions muslim girls have been allowed to skip showering, they have in many places even been allowed to skip gym class altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can keep on coming up with examples of the flexibility and the respect shown towards muslims and their beliefs, but I hardly think I need to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear muslims, is it too much to ask that you learn our language, so we can communicate, and that you please respect OUR traditions and beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some it seems to be, as they have sunk to a childish level.&lt;br /&gt;The recent move: complaining over piggy banks.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... this is probably one of the most innocent things in the world!&lt;br /&gt;Why was it necessary to keep complaining over these piggy banks being given out, untill the point that Belgium, The Netherlands and the UK gave up and took them out of their banks and stopped giving them as freebies to children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy banks may be a little thing - but if you complain to the point thas this little innocent thing be taken away, what won't you complain over?&lt;br /&gt;So what if the pig is unclean to you, nobody asked you to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;(In fact - that is another example of things that has been broadly been taken into consideration. That muslims can't touch or eat meat from pigs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is a religion of tolerance, respect and love according to some... Well then, start with respect of those that don't agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171593068112727410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R8UwfsO7TXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g41SdooQar4/s400/Money-Bank-Golden-Piggy-Coin-Bank-PB0612G-.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture: www.made-in-china.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6837290376010179882?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6837290376010179882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6837290376010179882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6837290376010179882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6837290376010179882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-muslims.html' title='Dear Muslims'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R8UwfsO7TXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g41SdooQar4/s72-c/Money-Bank-Golden-Piggy-Coin-Bank-PB0612G-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-766004508484582229</id><published>2008-02-26T12:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:18:23.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Islami-Jugend?</title><content type='html'>Brainwashing of children, how disgusting does it get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The german government did it over half a century ago, and they got alot wiser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently the Palestinian government hasn't learnt one bit from their own violent history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AF6HOx6TGr8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AF6HOx6TGr8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how I feel I'm slowly growing angry towards a certain religion and it's people, when I've always been one to defend it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-766004508484582229?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/766004508484582229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=766004508484582229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/766004508484582229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/766004508484582229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/islami-jugend.html' title='Islami-Jugend?'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5052201995766308068</id><published>2008-02-24T10:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:59:18.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The kiddiecam of the big bad internet</title><content type='html'>I've just about had it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the "fight against terror" EU has required surveillance of people's use of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Or put somewhat more specifically; they "only" require that information be stored about what PC has been used - for what, well, you'd have to write and ask EU about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denmark has, as usual, gone their own ways and taken it a step further.&lt;br /&gt;Denmark records what computer goes to what website, how long they stay there and how much information is downloaded/uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel offended. For me and for every other responsible adult outthere.&lt;br /&gt;It is a matter of principle. What I do online is my own damn business.&lt;br /&gt;I use the internet in my own private home, I'm not at an office or in school or kindergarten where I need to be watched all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made this surveillance to be able to spot potential terrorists doing whatever terrorists do online, but it's clear to anyone that their mission was stillborn.&lt;br /&gt;Terrorists are usually not complete idiots, they will find a way around this system if they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are left to be targeted? The majority of the internet-users. Non-terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it feels like &lt;em&gt;big brother is watching you! &lt;/em&gt;We'll just watch you because you are morally detached. We'll just sit here and wiggle our political finger at you and keep you on a leash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's winning this war on terrorism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The terrorist are!!... The only ones paying are the innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They haven't caught a single terrorist yet with this surveillance and I honestly doubt they will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be doing illegal things online, but I get tempted to do so; as in finding a workaround their surveillance, just to fight for my rights of privacy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5052201995766308068?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5052201995766308068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5052201995766308068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5052201995766308068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5052201995766308068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/kiddiecam-of-big-bad-internet.html' title='The kiddiecam of the big bad internet'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5514643070703339487</id><published>2008-02-22T09:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:36:10.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting an example</title><content type='html'>Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cought two of the people behind the recent solarium fires. One is 13, the other 15. The 13year old has been given to the social authorities and... *drumroll* the 15 year old will be indicted for fatal arson, despite the fact that no one died, a few came close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will send a strong signal to the other fire-starting (b)rats, that this will not be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less about the 15year old possibly going to prison for most of his young life, he had it coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go judge, go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5514643070703339487?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5514643070703339487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5514643070703339487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5514643070703339487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5514643070703339487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/setting-example.html' title='Setting an example'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6607696634383327453</id><published>2008-02-20T12:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:21:53.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown out of proportion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Blown out of proportion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer enough to set buildings, containers and cars on fire. Now places have to be blown up too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like it happened to this solarium: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169032211042356578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7wXaMO7TWI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Qgy-lFxtG4/s400/img_47bc146f0aa71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two plumbers only just barely saved their lives. They had been standing near their car outside of the solarium building, and has JUST went down into a basement shaft when they heard a loud bang and ran up to see what happened, and found the building blasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6607696634383327453?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6607696634383327453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6607696634383327453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6607696634383327453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6607696634383327453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/blown-out-of-proportion.html' title='Blown out of proportion'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7wXaMO7TWI/AAAAAAAAADw/0Qgy-lFxtG4/s72-c/img_47bc146f0aa71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-341493699555291963</id><published>2008-02-19T10:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:44:47.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anton Otto Fischer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ww'/><title type='text'>Careless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7qfwcO7TVI/AAAAAAAAADo/DLRFKlEBhVI/s1600-h/needlessloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168619176922402130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7qfwcO7TVI/AAAAAAAAADo/DLRFKlEBhVI/s400/needlessloss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anton Otto Fischer, 1943&lt;br /&gt;American 2nd WW campain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is, this is as important today,&lt;br /&gt;as it was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-341493699555291963?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/341493699555291963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=341493699555291963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/341493699555291963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/341493699555291963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/careless.html' title='Careless'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7qfwcO7TVI/AAAAAAAAADo/DLRFKlEBhVI/s72-c/needlessloss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1549300426072451952</id><published>2008-02-17T11:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:03:57.113+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work-camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Send them on a work-camp!</title><content type='html'>I am SO infuriated! Please see my previous &lt;a href="http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/denmark-in-flames.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; for a throughough explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167900143562476866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7gRzMO7TUI/AAAAAAAAADg/RH-Kj89yHQE/s400/33_15_13---Fire-Flame-Texture_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Why do we have to put up with these braindead young people? I've expressed a want to have them kicked out of the country or locked up for a long time. They're terrorists. They're scaring people and ruining people's property. How is it fair that hard-working struggling people must have their possessions destroyed and their hard earned money go to buying a new home, new furniture, a new car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the memories? Can't buy new memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard of any deaths as of yet, but I think it's simply a matter of time before some innocent person dies because these hateful people...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the point:&lt;br /&gt;Kicking them out of the country would certainly make a statement aswell as get rid of part of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Would you take a person into your home, that destroyed your belongings and endangered your family? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;So why should Denmark take people in that endanger it's citizens? I don't see a logical explanation to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locking them up would simply cost the government and it's taxpaying citizens more money, we've already lost enough in damage! So offering the pathetic lowlives a roof and free food, no thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a much better suggestion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work-camps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One may get associations to 2nd World War. But it's different, these people would not be going to the camps because of their ethnic origin and they would also not be going there to work themselves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would quite simply be going there to pay off their debt to society. Destroyed worth a million? Then you go to a work-camp till you have paid your debt off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It would be a prison, but it would be a factory too. Of course their health and welfare would be taken care of, but they would be paying for their own damned stay and paying back the stuff they have destroyed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that way Denmark wouldn't have to kick them out of the country OR pay for a costly prison stay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Utopia, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1549300426072451952?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1549300426072451952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1549300426072451952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1549300426072451952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1549300426072451952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/send-them-on-work-camp.html' title='Send them on a work-camp!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7gRzMO7TUI/AAAAAAAAADg/RH-Kj89yHQE/s72-c/33_15_13---Fire-Flame-Texture_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-784011829951067420</id><published>2008-02-15T10:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:29:50.048+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Denmark in flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7Vhs8O7TTI/AAAAAAAAADY/qvClsDrIfrs/s1600-h/EB-DenmarkAblaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167143572188384562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7Vhs8O7TTI/AAAAAAAAADY/qvClsDrIfrs/s400/EB-DenmarkAblaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A burning school. Photo borrowed from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eb.dk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.eb.dk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - taken by Kristian Linnemann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For 6 nights fires have been started around the country. Last night private residences, cars and schools were burnt. Firefighters rushing from one place to the other, police cars patrolling the area near school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some people have been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major problem about it all is that the firestarters are children; aged 15-17.&lt;br /&gt;They're angry immigrants and children of immigrants, violently protesting an assault against a 65 year old immigrant and his son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What gives them the right to burn buildings and cars, endangering innocent people - other immigrants among those - I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's pathetic and childish to act out like this because of one cop's outburst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The punishment for starting fires that doesn't end up with death is rather mild - why can't these people be prosecuted like terrorists? That IS what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly starting fires throughout the whole country and inflicting fear and damage worth millions - that is in my opinion terror.&lt;br /&gt;And they need to be punished as such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There needs to be zero tolerance with this malicious damage and endangering of people's lives and safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the politicians of this country don't see that there is litterally a riot, on the verge of civil war, going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wonder, how many lives must be lost before the military is brought in to stop these kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And this post has absolutely nothing to do with them being immigrants - I feel the exact same way about the young men and women that started fires, destroying for millions, because they wanted a house........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-784011829951067420?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/784011829951067420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=784011829951067420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/784011829951067420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/784011829951067420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/denmark-in-flames.html' title='Denmark in flames'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7Vhs8O7TTI/AAAAAAAAADY/qvClsDrIfrs/s72-c/EB-DenmarkAblaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7737381401853351204</id><published>2008-02-14T10:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:13:44.831+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoelace'/><title type='text'>What is this called?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's an odd question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this name of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166761427473222946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7QGJMO7TSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/C8t1XDdPPnI/s400/Shoelace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7737381401853351204?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7737381401853351204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7737381401853351204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7737381401853351204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7737381401853351204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-this-called.html' title='What is this called?'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7QGJMO7TSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/C8t1XDdPPnI/s72-c/Shoelace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2143102146130902091</id><published>2008-02-13T12:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:39:00.179+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qtrax'/><title type='text'>Free music? Woo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As one of the many people who enjoy and appreciate music, I was thrilled when I heard about the possibility of getting FREE music - legally that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was on a news site I read about &lt;a href="http://qtrax.com/"&gt;Qtrax&lt;/a&gt; coming out. A program promising free music, only at the echange of putting up with an advertizement here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it would be like radio, only I could put together my own list of songs? Briliant!&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it would be audio advertizement or just graphic ads in the program itself. But eitherway I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went to the site. But they were only offering a download at a specific time of the day, which happened to be 6am my time. So no thanks, rather wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited.... and finally downloads were open at all times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So okay, the program is Beta, can't expect a whole lot from a Beta version of something.&lt;br /&gt;But I was more dissapointed than I could have imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get started right away, so I signed up. But... Whatever I did a 404 showed up inside the program. (It is sort of like a minuature browser inside the program)&lt;br /&gt;No use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166426944010145042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7LV7sO7TRI/AAAAAAAAADI/Vzu7EgSOCbk/s400/qtraxLayout.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Snapshot from qtrax.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried again later and the 404 had stopped, but eventhough I found the search feature in the confusing layout - it wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;The only way I was going to actually be listening to music was if I would listen to the popular songs of the day - apparently some songs that had been appearing around blogs on the internet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might aswell just listen to the radio then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well patience is said to be a virtue, so I waited....&lt;br /&gt;And finally my &lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt; paid off! The search function was working, so I looked up Billy Joel and to my amazement it actually came up with a whoooole lot of results and various of albums of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;. Eye-candy was all it was.&lt;br /&gt;The songs wouldn't actually play...Clicking a song would bring up a pop-up saying &lt;em&gt;"Download coming soon !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And it wasn't just a coinsidence - I didn't actually manage to find a song that would play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wait... yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2143102146130902091?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2143102146130902091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2143102146130902091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2143102146130902091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2143102146130902091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/02/free-music-wow.html' title='Free music? Woo!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/R7LV7sO7TRI/AAAAAAAAADI/Vzu7EgSOCbk/s72-c/qtraxLayout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-8137718797137977905</id><published>2008-01-30T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:27:45.188+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>A dog's life</title><content type='html'>1. My life only lasts 10-15 years. Any seperation from you means sorrow, please think about that before you get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Allow me the time to understand what it is you ask of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make me trusting, you are all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be mad at me for long at a time, don't lock me away as a punishment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have your work, your amusements, your friends... I only have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk to me, eventhough I don't understand your words, then I understand when your voice is about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you know that I never forget how people treat me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you hit me, remember my jaws can easily crush your hand, but I don't make use of that strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you get irritated with me because you are in a hurry, then think about that I might have a bellyache, been lying too long in the sun or maybe I'm tired or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take good care of me when I get old, you too will get old someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make sure my fur is always brushed, nice and neat - I can't do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you follow these dog pleas, you'll get the world's most happy dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-8137718797137977905?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/8137718797137977905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=8137718797137977905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/8137718797137977905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/8137718797137977905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/01/dogs-life.html' title='A dog&apos;s life'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2075794267103943611</id><published>2008-01-14T11:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:33:43.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden dust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember this man?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="371" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RzrAsEU7_zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xssH-L4LS6o/s400/fjogh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about him not so long ago ( &lt;a href="http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-something-rotten-in-state-of.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The man in the picture is Anders Fogh Rasmussen, prime minister of Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;Also in his own words a good friend of George W. Bush, president of the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for you Fogh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the point, before the election in November, Fogh had already been Prime Minister for quite a while. And the results of that were clear to anybody - or so I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prices had gone up, quality had gone down, welfare had taken a drastic step down, there were more rich people but there were also more poor people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is, 90.000 children living in poverty in a country with just over 6mil people, that claim to be one of the richest countries in the world, THAT is not good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been just around 2 months since the dude in the picture was elected to stay Prime Minister, and already people are wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are prices on meat going up 50%? Why are prices on milk going up 25%? Prices on stamps 13 cents? (US dollars)&lt;br /&gt;Why do the unemployed get less benefit?&lt;br /&gt;Why do parents not get more child benefit?&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danes are paying between 37 and 63% in income tax and 25% in VAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the money gone you ask? In the pockets of the politicians and the rich people. That's where the money has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they learnt - the people that voted to stick with the current government?&lt;br /&gt;Doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one big price party. Prices on products go up. Soon the salaries will go up to compensate for the prices. And then the prices will go up once again because... well, people can afford it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2075794267103943611?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2075794267103943611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2075794267103943611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2075794267103943611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2075794267103943611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/01/golden-dust.html' title='Golden dust!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RzrAsEU7_zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xssH-L4LS6o/s72-c/fjogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5985687601032600364</id><published>2008-01-04T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:37:15.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sorry</title><content type='html'>There's a knot in my stomach, a knot of emotions and worries, it's been there since I was a child, sometimes it bothers me alot, sometimes I don't feel it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is one of the times where I feel it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's cocktail of different emotions, but the two major ingredients are worry and guilt, particularly the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what guilt is, guilt is not forgetting to pay a bill, guilt is not forgetting someones birthday or not going to the wedding of a really good friend. It isn't even the feeling you get when you've called someone something nasty and then regret it, but they are still upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true guilt, in it's purest form, is when you have hurt someone so badly that it is going to affect them for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have done just that to my best friend. Shattered his hopes and his dreams. Even his faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to the God that he used to pray to. That things will improve for him, and quick.&lt;br /&gt;It's eating me up from the inside, that I have caused so much anger and so much hurt in a person I care so much for.&lt;br /&gt;He says he is still my friend, but as grateful as I am to be allowed to still call myself his friend, I fear that my presence reminds him of those shattered dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately hope that someday he will be able to look back and think that it wasn't so bad that things happened the way they did. That some day he might even say it was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not untill the day I know he is truly happy and with new hopes and dreams that are all coming true for him, not untill that day will I be able to leave the guilt behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you help someone that's feeling hurt and angry, get better, when you're the cause of all the misery? I really don't know. I try to not let the guilt get in the way of my attempts at helping... Feels like all I have right now is hope and the faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the time where we can both enjoy a good time, together or alone. For my part without the nagging feeling of guilt. Even guilt over being happy...&lt;br /&gt;How can you be happy when you've caused your best friend to be miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5985687601032600364?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5985687601032600364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5985687601032600364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5985687601032600364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5985687601032600364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='I am so sorry'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5139393459281392419</id><published>2007-12-01T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:52:30.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>T'is the season to be jolly</title><content type='html'>December... The season to be jolly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. But let's not forget why we celebrate Christmas. We celebrate the birth of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so in that spirit I'd like to encourage everyone to give special thought to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many children in this world that lives in poverty and not just in third world countries. In the Unites States of America and in Europe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have to ask is simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can donate to an organization that can put your money to work. For example Red Cross &lt;a href="http://www.icrc.org/eng"&gt;http://www.icrc.org/eng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when you go christmas shopping and you come across a person from The Salvation Army, don't just rush on, stop for a minute and donate some money. Anything you can spare... A few dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple google search will reveal that there are lots of other organizations that help make the life of children around the world easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are children outthere that won't even get a single christmas present or even some christmas dinner - they might not even get a bowl of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true joy of christmas lies in giving, not in getting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5139393459281392419?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5139393459281392419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5139393459281392419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5139393459281392419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5139393459281392419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='T&apos;is the season to be jolly'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-594487788219631444</id><published>2007-11-15T21:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:14:57.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't rape your bicycle</title><content type='html'>Because if you do, you can be registered as a sex-offender!&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your dirty hands off that bicycle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a danish newspaper a 51 year old man from Scotland has been sentenced to 3 years suspended sentence for simulating sex with his bicycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather for indecent exposure. He's going to be registered as a sexoffender for the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was cought with his pants down - litterally - by cleaning personel in his room on Aberley House Hostel in Aye.&lt;br /&gt;After knocking quite a few times and with no answer, they opened the door with their key. To find the Scottish man only wearing a t shirt, holding his bike and rocking his hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously since cleaning personel never see naked men, they were very shocked. And the police was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they had cought him with a woman, would the police have been called? No, most likely not. It's perfectly normal not to want to answer the door when you're in the middle of a sexual activity, whether it be with another person, yourself... or... a bike.&lt;br /&gt;Each to their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, of course, claims it was a misunderstanding and that he was drunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I repeat: Do NOT rape your bicycle, you could be registered as a sexoffender!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-594487788219631444?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/594487788219631444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=594487788219631444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/594487788219631444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/594487788219631444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-rape-your-bicycle.html' title='Don&apos;t rape your bicycle'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-897038559087635589</id><published>2007-11-14T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:50:59.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really worth it?</title><content type='html'>Last week I made a &lt;a href="http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/11/war.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about war and the many people that end up on the street due to having served in a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me sum that up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One out of 4 war veterans end up living on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11% og all adult American are war veterans - That is ALOT of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just the Vietnam war that's put people on the street, it's also Iraq and Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, for my point for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today there was an article in the newspaper, based on a documentary made by CBS.&lt;br /&gt;The article shows that the expected suicide count among war veterans in 2007 will be at least 5000!&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 6256 war veterans killed themselves - thats a 120 people A WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;Research have shown that war veterans have double the risk of taking their own lives than people who never served in a war...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Between 200,000 and 500,000 of The United States of America's citizens end up living on the street as a result of having been in a war. (Traumas) &lt;em&gt;(It's estimated that between 800,000 and 2million people live on the street at any given time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Over 5000 people kill themselves every year after serving in a war. (One would of course assume that alot of these also belong to the group of people mentioned above - but not all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Other than that, it will also devasate the families of the above mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is not only the soldiers and their families that get their lives ruined, it is also that of innocent people living in the war-plagued contries. Many get killed, wounded or traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And, a war costs ALOT of money (money that could have been spent on better things, such as the homeless - obviously not those that end up on the street due to war, since there wouldn't be any of those without wars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is it really worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again I want to point out the fact that I am NOT bashing the soldiers. Like I said in the other blogpost: They're very brave and should be admired for their courage!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-897038559087635589?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/897038559087635589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=897038559087635589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/897038559087635589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/897038559087635589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-really-worth-it.html' title='Is it really worth it?'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-8677199252075684502</id><published>2007-11-14T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:01:31.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something rotten in the state of Denmark</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was supposed to be a day of celebration. It did become that, but not for those that deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day that the government issued national election was to be held. With 3 weeks notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years of hell with a right-wing party sitting in the government taking decisions on behalf of the whole country - yesterday was supposed to be the day of liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have the last 6 years brought us? What have this man done? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132626588650438450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RzrAsEU7_zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xssH-L4LS6o/s400/fjogh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he has helped Denmark out of it's national debt, wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to use the extra money where the money is due. On the sick, the weak, the poor, the children, the elderly... Right?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not, lets use the extra money on &lt;strong&gt;TAX RELIEF!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets give most of the money to those that vote right-wing. Let's give the richest another 625 dollars a year to spend on fancy TVs and cars that suck up all the gas.&lt;br /&gt;The poorest will be fine with 62 dollars extra a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about the sick?&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh, well thet don't provide us with anything anyway, so 1 doctor per 30 patients is perfectly fine and a nurse tending to them 5 minutes aday is fine too. They need to stop being so demanding, sheeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about the overworked doctors and nurses?&lt;/strong&gt; - What about them? They chose that job, if they don't like it they're free to leave. It's a free country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about the people that live off a lousy social security because they're too sick or weak to work?&lt;/strong&gt; - They're lazy, there's a diffeence. Everyone has to work for theyr own money. We won't supply them with money if they don't want to work &lt;em&gt;(the fact that they really do want to work but can't doesn't matter...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about the elderly then?&lt;/strong&gt; - What about them? A shower once a week should be enough, a toilet visit a day and diapers the rest of the day? What more could they possibly want???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the children then?&lt;/strong&gt; - They're their parents' responsibility, we can't babysit everyone. Kindergarten? So the parents don't like 25 toddlers per 1 kindergarten teacher? So what, then why don't they stop breeding and get back to work...  Maternity and paternity leave is expensive enough...&lt;br /&gt;Those parents need to live up to their responsibility and not expect everyone else to do the work for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The parents that are working 10 hours a day in the hospital nursing the sick that are stocked in the hallway because all the rooms are taken by even more sick and elderly people that ended up there because they didn't get good enough help to begin with...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Anders Fogh Rasmussen, you REALLY helped Denmark grow healthy and independant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves you and everyone loves how you and George W. Bush are soul mates who enjoy eating your, citizen-paid, caviar and drinking champagne while you watch innocent people in Iraq get their heads blasted off and laughing at the returning shoulders that cry like babies because they - &lt;em&gt;boo hoo&lt;/em&gt; - went to war. &lt;em&gt;(SIGH - Yeah, right... how can you be so cynical?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years of that, it would only be about time for a national election where people have had enough and went to vote social democratic. Where people went to vote for welfare over tax relief.&lt;br /&gt;Voted for a government who cares about our future, about our children, about the sick and the elderly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. People have not learned a thing... The 58 % that voted for the right-wing ONCE AGAIN, must be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome (Starting to care for your capturers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one &lt;strong&gt;hell of a party&lt;/strong&gt; last night - one that the Danish citizens will pay for with a nasty hangover that should last the next 3-5 years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-8677199252075684502?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/8677199252075684502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=8677199252075684502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/8677199252075684502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/8677199252075684502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-something-rotten-in-state-of.html' title='There&apos;s something rotten in the state of Denmark'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RzrAsEU7_zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xssH-L4LS6o/s72-c/fjogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-363313020216870419</id><published>2007-11-10T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:40:21.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTFBBQ!!</title><content type='html'>Too friggin funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnuqtUPjibk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnuqtUPjibk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-363313020216870419?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/363313020216870419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=363313020216870419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/363313020216870419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/363313020216870419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/11/omgwtfbbq.html' title='OMGWTFBBQ!!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1401895354848926418</id><published>2007-11-08T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:26:12.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>We're in the year 2007 - we're about to enter 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a technology that gets better and better by the minute! Even the 60s speed development wasn't as fast as what we're experiencing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medically, in technology, mentally, even spiritualy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how come some people still think war is a solution to anything?&lt;br /&gt;Sure they bring in the modern technology, but that does not make war "modern", "ethical" or anything close to "good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is still an oldfashioned way to try and solve things, a caveman-like behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War kills. War destroys. War makes history - a dark one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time we wake up an realize this. The negative outcome DOES outweigh the positive outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did I decide to rant about this now?&lt;br /&gt;Because I just read an article that says 11% of adult Americans are war veterans. That tells a story of it's own that I don't think I need to get into...&lt;br /&gt;What got my attention is that, we all know how many people live on the streets in the US - now picture all these people and you wonder how it happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you something, &lt;strong&gt;1/4th of all the people living on the streets are war veterans&lt;/strong&gt;. And not just from Vietnam. From Iraq and Afghanistan too.&lt;br /&gt;This is a frightening figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These war veterans have a hard time adjusting to a normal life when they get back home.&lt;br /&gt;Who can blame them? They went through alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means the total loss and destruction goes up ALOT from the numbers you normally hear. Because those numbers are not counting those that lived, but still lost by ending up on the street and got their lives destroyed. (And the lives of those that love them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up. Find a more civilized way to solve your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to make one thing clear... I am NOT bashing the soldiers, the men and the women that leave home to fight for what they think is right. They're very brave and should be admired for their courage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know alot of them do make a difference. And I know alot make it home safely and returns to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;But they should never have been sent out in the first place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No human should be given that task. No human being deserves to be that close to a war.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the governments around the world, including the Unites States of America:&lt;br /&gt;Please stop abusing your young men and women who trust and love you enough to be willing to die for you.&lt;br /&gt;The trust will end somewhere and you'll have turned the love into hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1401895354848926418?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1401895354848926418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1401895354848926418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1401895354848926418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1401895354848926418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/11/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5461187984712419044</id><published>2007-11-07T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:08:29.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not stupid afterall</title><content type='html'>I found this Japanese IQ test, not your common IQ test. It's said to be given to job applicants in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did solve it, and yes it was frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;But I had it solved in less than 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;- I read somewhere that there's usually a time limit of 15 minutes on this test. I didn't read that till after I had solved it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules (please read them) and a link to the game can be found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robmathiowetz.com/"&gt;www.robmathiowetz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5461187984712419044?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5461187984712419044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5461187984712419044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5461187984712419044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5461187984712419044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-not-stupid-afterall.html' title='I&apos;m not stupid afterall'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1348662676377357463</id><published>2007-10-28T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:09:11.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RySX2lOajII/AAAAAAAAACw/R4_Azt99O-A/s1600-h/zebras.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126389239815769218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RySX2lOajII/AAAAAAAAACw/R4_Azt99O-A/s400/zebras.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do we want from the people around us? What do we expect from them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal for a person to carry themselves along. Moved by their own wants, feelings and instincts even. Held up by their own spirit and willpower. It's the number one instinct of human nature; survival. After that comes wants and goals.&lt;br /&gt;For animals survival is the most important instinct aswell and it's common for a pack to leave a sick or wounded packmember behind if it's slowing them down. A chain is no stronger than it's weakest link.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are the same way, survival first, even if it means leaving a sick or wounded behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most humans have a strong empathy for their closest; family and friends. Some go beyond and reach out to anyone who needs a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;But only few people are willing to be slowed down by helping a person who can no longer carry themselves along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;isn't&lt;/strong&gt; uncommon to be carried along by others, but it means giving up yourself and going only the ways of the carriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself fallen and my spirit broken. Kicked and pushed along in the direction everyone else is going and want me to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallen, so "choice" is no longer an option for me. If I can't carry myself along, I don't get to choose my path. Should I try anyway, I would get left behind as the sick and wounded animal that is slowing down the entire pack.&lt;br /&gt;My broken will is in the way and I'm nothing but an obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;My spirit fight for it's right to choose it's own path. I do have a choice, but it's one that could easily break me.&lt;br /&gt;Should I just let myself float along, carried by others' wants and maybe in the end get back on my own feet, but with the feeling of having lost a big part of me and my worth?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I give up and let them go. Fall to the ground alone and wait... And in the end, either shrink and dissapear or raise to my own two feet, &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; but with my &lt;strong&gt;self &lt;/strong&gt;intact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We want the people around us to walk behind us on our path, to fit in. We expect them to do as we do and not be in the way.&lt;br /&gt;- If they don't live up to it, we leave them behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1348662676377357463?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1348662676377357463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1348662676377357463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1348662676377357463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1348662676377357463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-do-we-want.html' title='What do we want?'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RySX2lOajII/AAAAAAAAACw/R4_Azt99O-A/s72-c/zebras.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1841482451165702784</id><published>2007-10-26T13:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:47:01.828+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How to order food in a drive-through</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWTYyx6PLZY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWTYyx6PLZY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy as that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1841482451165702784?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1841482451165702784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1841482451165702784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1841482451165702784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1841482451165702784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-order-food-in-drive-through.html' title='How to order food in a drive-through'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6871620055453484646</id><published>2007-10-24T10:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:39:43.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Less tax for women</title><content type='html'>Two italian economists, Andrea Ichino and Alberto Alesina - &lt;strong&gt;men&lt;/strong&gt; - have suggested that since it seems impossible to achieve equal pay for men and women, that maybe women should simply pay less in tax. So the end result would be that men and women get the same payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously that idea is generally a bad idea in the view of a man and a good idea in the view of a woman, yes, jealousy is a bad thing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness though; &lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman (possibly of the few) who believes that men and women will never and should never be completely equal. Simply because - we ARE not equal. We do not, biologically, possess the same abilities. Generally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Usually men are good with space, math, logic and speed. And they can't multitask.&lt;br /&gt;Women are good with creative things, overview, details and they multitask really well. &lt;br /&gt;Men don't read emotion well, women do. &lt;br /&gt;Men read maps and sketches well because they can transform it into 3D - so to spek. Women can't.&lt;br /&gt;All generalized of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That having been said, of course the pay needs to be equal for the same amount of work. A female burger flipper shouldn't be making less than the male burger flippers. A female doctor shouldn't be making less than a male doctor.&lt;br /&gt;And so forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same job done with the same effeciency requires the same paycheck regardless of gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for that, yes, lowering taxes for women until they reach the same outcome (or income rather!) in pay as the men have, would be a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;But the idea has some major flaws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be some male managers out there who simply do not agree. And so they either just lower the women's salary even further or they up the men's salary.&lt;br /&gt;So unless the tax is fixed individually on a yearly basis for every single working person, I doubt it would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the idea is good and the debate it creates is even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6871620055453484646?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6871620055453484646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6871620055453484646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6871620055453484646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6871620055453484646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/10/less-tax-for-women.html' title='Less tax for women'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-3573345359367578510</id><published>2007-09-05T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:26:42.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To spank or not to spank</title><content type='html'>I just watched something on TV and apparently this is one of the things parents still can't seem to agree on: Should spanking be part of raising your children or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear alot of arguments FOR spanking.&lt;br /&gt;The most used is "Well, sometimes it's just needed!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why it's sometimes just needed? It must be because the parent can't find another method of getting their child to behave a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, hitting is a sign of weakness. When people get into a regular fistfight, it's usually because words weren't good or effective enough. &lt;br /&gt;And so instead of finding another way of dealing with it, it breaks into a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for spanking your child, words aren't effective enough, so a spanking takes care of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in no way fair, because the child has no way of fighting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also not really teaching the child good morale. It may effective in the moment, but does it teach anything?&lt;br /&gt;It does.&lt;br /&gt;It teaches that is ok to hit someone that is smaller than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It teaches that if you can sort things out with words, hitting is an ok alternative.&lt;br /&gt;It certainly doesnt teach the child to try to find another solution to their problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, spanking does not necessarily raise violent people, but it certainly doesn't prevent it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ARE alternatives to hitting your child. I realize you can't talk to a child the same way you talk to an adult, but you can explain to them that it makes you feel bad when they do something and that you would like them to do this or that instead. If they are to young to understand that, then they're too young to understand and reason why they're being spanked aswell. &lt;br /&gt;At that age it'll require alot of patience, yes, but wake up; its part of parenting!&lt;br /&gt;The child does't have to be very old before it can understand other measures of deciplining.&lt;br /&gt;Such as taking away something the child likes for a period of time. TV, computer, favorite toy... &lt;br /&gt;Or giving the child a timeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are better ways of making a point, than by hitting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see any good reason to hit, especially not a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-3573345359367578510?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3573345359367578510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=3573345359367578510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3573345359367578510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3573345359367578510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-spank-or-not-to-spank.html' title='To spank or not to spank'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7898819200076318899</id><published>2007-08-04T21:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:04:40.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>Nervous… the feeling you get before a big test, giving a speech, being the host of an important party, going to a job interview, visiting friends… Visiting friends? Sadly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;A visit to some friends’ house can indeed be very enjoyable, giving and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;But for me, it is something to just get over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread it long before we go and when we arrive I’m already calculating when I can leave again without being rude. I may have a good time there, but I don’t feel calm, relaxed and comfortable like you really ought to when you’re with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving to visit some friends I may feel sick, which of course, only adds to the stress and dread of going. What if I’m still sick when we get there? I don’t want that kind of attention, you don’t go to other peoples home and be a bother! Maybe I should just stay home… Oh, what kind of a friend am I! I have to go, I don’t have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts and physical symptoms are not only occurring before visiting friends. They may occur before (and during) many events. Usually events involving other people and/or are situations I can’t easily get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I mind other people; I just wish I could be invisible among them.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid, but of what? I’m not sure, mostly of negative attention I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time we went to the Netherlands to visit my in-laws; they wanted us to come to church with them on Sunday. I had just had a cold and was in the stage where many people get tickly cough. The kind of dry, irritating cough that just won’t stop when it’s started. It will usually bring tears to your eyes, even before it starts, and the worst – it always happens when it’s most inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it happened to me inside the church, shortly after the service had started. Despite my stash of bonbons to keep me from coughing, it had to happen. I scrambled through the row of people and towards the door – to find it locked. Pulled on it a few times. It felt like forever and I knew people were watching me, but finally someone came to my help and showed me another door that was unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;I stood outside with tears in my eyes, partly from the cough and part from being so embarrassed. It stopped and went back inside, only to have it begin again right after I had sat down. Again I rushed out, remembering to use the unlocked door this time. I found my way to the car where I spent the rest of the service. Ashamed of how rude I had been to cough and rush out of the church twice! And then to stay out, despite my in-laws wishes of us joining them. We had even been mentioned and welcome by the minister, because we had from so far away. The shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many would just shrug something like this off, some might even be a little embarrassed, but to me it was horrible and I was more than relieved that we were heading back home that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get through the days without much trouble. I just try to avoid the troubling situations. I don’t visit friends much, I don’t invite people over much either and I try to keep my mind of things that may lead to too much worry and nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately life consists of so many things that are possible to worry about. A phone for example is often used to deliver bad news. The mailbox is usually full of bills and invoices. Money is a huge issue if you, like me, worry about any possible thing you can worry about. I’m not quick to disagree when someone makes the statement that money is the root of all evil!&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a car outside the house, when I don’t expect anyone can be very frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having me as a passenger in a car can be quite a ride, I’ll often say things like “Watch that woman!, “Look out for the dog!”, “It’s red!”. I don’t do it because I don’t trust the driver, but because I get images of bad things happening. I can see the woman tumbling across the engine hood, blood and her face twisted in pain. I can hear the sound of the brakes and the cry of the dog. I can almost feel the impact as our car slam into another in the intersection. I don’t mean to be rude… I really don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wish to sometimes, I cannot lock myself in the house, bolt the doors and windows and unplug the phone. I refuse to live like that. I have to visit friends, I have to accept visits, I have to have a phone (That’s plugged in and able to actually ring!), I have to go to the theater, the beach, the mall, a festival, a market and things like that. But I’m not so sure for who I do those things? For me or for the people around me. I think it’s mostly the latter. I expose myself to situations where I feel uncomfortable again and again, I do things despite how I really feel about it, I try to live up to what people expect me to do.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I know, it isn’t just for others, it’s for me too. I know if I allowed myself to avoid every situation I find threatening, they would only get more and more threatening and the list of worries would grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that nervousness and worry are two things that are somewhat controllable – and not by avoiding things that cause them, but by doing the opposite, by facing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with the worry, I live with the nervousness and as a result I get tired, very tired, I get moody and my health isn’t as good as I could desire it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still push people away, I rarely go on visits and I still avoid “bad” situations, I have too if I don’t want to pass out from exhaustion. I only hope I don’t do it enough for the nervousness and worry to escalate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only positive thing I can think of right now is that I get to know who my real friends are…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7898819200076318899?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7898819200076318899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7898819200076318899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7898819200076318899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7898819200076318899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/08/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7612675211370032555</id><published>2007-05-29T12:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:55:48.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A family on the run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;An entire family running from the government to protect their 6 year old foster child from being taken away from them and put in a fosterhome untill she can be adopted by another family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sound almost like the intro to a drama movie, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less is this the truth for a family in Denmark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the little girl was born and till she was 10 months old, she had already lived 7 different places. When she was 10 months old the little family took her in their care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For unknown reasons the biological mother decided that now it was time for the girl to be given up for adoption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family who the child had been with since she was just an infant immediately applied to adopt her, at this time she was as a daughter to them, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Psychologists and Childcare organizations all agree that it is best for the girl to stay in the family she has been with for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Despite this fact officials have decided to follow the request of the biological mother - who obviously has meant nothing but trouble to the child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some childcare organizations have wrote to the minister of family affairs, Carina Christensen, to have her stop the tragedy that is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hasn't. And so yesterday the day had come for the family to give up the girl. They didn't. Instead officials found their home abandoned and no one yet knows where the family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are most likely running to protect themselves and the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are... may God keep them safe and out of the greedy hands of the Danish government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069934380124172354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RlwGdQHXcEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/12UsRZ93UJE/s400/nimtofte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7612675211370032555?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7612675211370032555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7612675211370032555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7612675211370032555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7612675211370032555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-on-run.html' title='A family on the run'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RlwGdQHXcEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/12UsRZ93UJE/s72-c/nimtofte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2819610648000862246</id><published>2007-05-05T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:27:17.157+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honourkill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Du&apos;a Khalil Aswad'/><title type='text'>Honour</title><content type='html'>17 years old and in love, sounds wonderful, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du'a Khalil Aswad fell in love with someone of another religion.&lt;br /&gt;This cost her, her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of male relatives dragged her outside by her neck, to a waiting crowd of excited, yelling men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thrown on the ground where she was kicked and stoned to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30 minutes, that is how long it took before she finally died.&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes, that is how long kicks and stones were raining down on the crying, bleeding girl.&lt;br /&gt;She fought for her life, eventhough she never had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;When she died, the crowd cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why was this necessary? Her only "crime" was that she fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;The reason for her killing was that she had hurt her family's honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be humans, who think honour is worth more than a life.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be humans who think it will save their honour to beat a defenseless girl to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is worse, falling in love with someone of another religion.&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is a natural thing, that God invented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or torturing a person to death who has no chance to defend themself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which act God find most disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SADISTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't understand why she had to die in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to justify her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't defend the killers even if they had killed her fast and painlessly, let that be clear.&lt;br /&gt;But WHY did it have to take 30 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Why did they have to torture her, break her bones and crush her face with stones?&lt;br /&gt;Why did it have to drag on for so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, that is evidence that they enjoy killing. They enjoy watching the pain they inflict another being with. The more pain the more excited they get.&lt;br /&gt;The more pleasure they get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They can't be human. This act is pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May they all burn in hell for what they have done!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I'd revenge her death myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stophonourkillings.com/"&gt;http://www.stophonourkillings.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY GRAPHIC AND DISTURBING PICTURES BELOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The reason I put the pictures inhere, is because I want the world to see just how horrible and cruel this is. It has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Link to a video provided below the pictures, it is very very disturbing and it may not stay on Youtube for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RjyMN6Be50I/AAAAAAAAACA/PU65s46ES4k/s1600-h/aswad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061074251799258946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RjyMN6Be50I/AAAAAAAAACA/PU65s46ES4k/s400/aswad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aswad is fighting for her life.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding and probably already fatally bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RjyMlKBe51I/AAAAAAAAACI/7iSCYBgqIKA/s1600-h/aswad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061074651231217490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RjyMlKBe51I/AAAAAAAAACI/7iSCYBgqIKA/s400/aswad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock beside her has just been thrown at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OE4PuTs4jUs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OE4PuTs4jUs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2819610648000862246?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2819610648000862246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2819610648000862246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2819610648000862246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2819610648000862246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/05/honour.html' title='Honour'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RjyMN6Be50I/AAAAAAAAACA/PU65s46ES4k/s72-c/aswad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1437147249882963667</id><published>2007-04-30T12:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:41:16.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife</title><content type='html'>Why are people worth more in death than in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, would I be loved and understood more when I'm dead than I am now?&lt;br /&gt;Like Van Gogh's paintings, would my opinions be worth more when I'm no longer there to state them?&lt;br /&gt;Would people slowly forget my flaws, my faults, mistakes and only remember the good?&lt;br /&gt;Would they cry for me and finally be dying to give me a hug?&lt;br /&gt;Would they want to take back all the cruel words, the coldness they showed me, would they regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people be towards the living as they wish they had been towards the dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1437147249882963667?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1437147249882963667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1437147249882963667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1437147249882963667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1437147249882963667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/04/afterlife.html' title='Afterlife'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5881316306434253441</id><published>2007-04-21T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:31:58.757+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danes'/><title type='text'>The happy Danes...</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, I stumpled upon an article on BBC news. (Link at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you know, the article was a research (!) about happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turns out that when asked about their own happiness, Danes are very happy. Happier than the rest of Europe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Many in Denmark put this regularly-surveyed contentedness down to a dynamic economy and a pleasant work-life balance, with people leaving the office on time, jumping on effective public transport and heading off to pick up their delightful children from a shiny, well-run kindergarten.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a Hollywood movie, doesn't it? I am reminded of The Truman Show, don't ask me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work vs Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Denmark is very consumer-oriented and very family-oriented. People are sure to leave work at 4.30pm. They work their eight hours and go home. Pressure to work overtime doesn't exist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a lie. People are not sure to leave work at 4:30pm. The next piece of the article says Danes work 37 hours. That is not true. 37 hours is considered full time. There are plenty of people working 40+ or even 50+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that's very family oriented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yes, pressure to work overtime DOES exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know examples of work places where overtime doesn't officially exist, which means there is no pay for overtime, duh, but overtime does exist. People are stuck in their office till they get the work done. As a matter of fact, I know of people who go to their office on saturdays and sundays from time to time, because of workload! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure their children appreciate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uemployment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We have high taxes but we have generous unemployment benefits, a lot of life-long learning. We feel secure and we feel that we have opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;"We have a lot of faith in government as an institution. The authorities are normally competent, uncorrupt and approachable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unemployment is lower than other places in Europe, &lt;strong&gt;but the unemployment benefits are not easy to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Once again I know of examples... People who can't work because they lack the energy, have some kinds of medical problems or are just stressed out, and yet the municipality wants to force them into job activation (which are usually low-life jobs that are underpaid) and if they don't do it, their cash assistance is taken away.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, that will help.&lt;br /&gt;Need I say, that all forms of economic assistance is based on household income and household debt is not considered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Medical help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/Rin1IsAlRaI/AAAAAAAAABw/tTWHI2cf7R0/s1600-h/ambulance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055841586301453730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="115" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/Rin1IsAlRaI/AAAAAAAAABw/tTWHI2cf7R0/s400/ambulance.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebblog.dk/img/1517/img_460a2636c3870.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for feeling secure. I know I don't. &lt;strong&gt;The authorities are not always competent&lt;/strong&gt;, the rate of medical malpractice has been as high as 29%, last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For more info about that, please read this blogpost: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/03/denmark-nice-country-as-long-as-youre.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;link.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a good note, we do have lots of educational opportunities. Anyone (with the right grades) can go to university/college, they only have to pay for their own books and any study trips.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact anyone has a right to 5 years cash assistance, education grant, while studying.&lt;br /&gt;Although the grant is low and usually not enough to pay for a decent living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Low Expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But a study by the University of Southern Denmark earlier this year found success in happiness surveys might be down to low expectations."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't fair to say that Danes generally have &lt;strong&gt;low expectations&lt;/strong&gt;, sure, Danes are realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compared to Italy and Spain where people expect too much and get dissapointed, Danes should supposedly expect too little and be pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Or as the article more negatively puts it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Year after year we're just happy that things didn't go as badly as we'd feared."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This explantion ruins the whole idea that Danes are a happy people, doesn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around expecting too little or fearing the worst doesn't really make people...happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe that Danes expect too little, as a matter of fact, I'd claim that Danes are generally stuck up and proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So are the Danes really happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebblog.dk/img/1517/img_45c878e77747f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/Rin1e8AlRbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1PG8KuFYiac/s1600-h/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055841968553543090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/Rin1e8AlRbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1PG8KuFYiac/s400/pills.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are just around 6 million people in the country and in 2005 alone, &lt;strong&gt;350,000&lt;/strong&gt; people received the sunshine drug, the happy pill! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that numbers doesn't count people who are depressed but doesn't get help, or those that are so depressed that they get anti-depressants (which are stronger meds than the happy pill) or those that successfully or not tries to commit suicide, or those that end up in mental hospitals... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy? No. Not more than others.&lt;br /&gt;Content? Satisfied? No. Not more than others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do have the good life, but the good life doesn't make people happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBC Article: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/6563639.stm?lsm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/6563639.stm?lsm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5881316306434253441?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5881316306434253441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5881316306434253441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5881316306434253441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5881316306434253441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-danes.html' title='The happy Danes...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/Rin1IsAlRaI/AAAAAAAAABw/tTWHI2cf7R0/s72-c/ambulance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2037724220614322474</id><published>2007-04-16T16:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:40:50.741+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RiOK6z8mR4I/AAAAAAAAABo/fixB_lZRmR4/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054035949821249410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RiOK6z8mR4I/AAAAAAAAABo/fixB_lZRmR4/s400/marriage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2037724220614322474?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2037724220614322474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2037724220614322474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2037724220614322474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2037724220614322474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/04/marriage.html' title='Marriage...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RiOK6z8mR4I/AAAAAAAAABo/fixB_lZRmR4/s72-c/marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7463283487945880189</id><published>2007-04-16T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:40:23.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter bunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wooot, I found the easter bunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054035820972230514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RiOKzT8mR3I/AAAAAAAAABg/B6ABrK94yOY/s400/easterbunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7463283487945880189?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7463283487945880189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7463283487945880189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7463283487945880189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7463283487945880189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-bunny.html' title='Easter bunny!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RiOKzT8mR3I/AAAAAAAAABg/B6ABrK94yOY/s72-c/easterbunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7507405758514164682</id><published>2007-03-30T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:46:26.140+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malpractice'/><title type='text'>Denmark, a nice country... as long as you're healthy!!!!</title><content type='html'>When I tell people where I am from, the most common response is "WOW, Denmark?"It seems like Denmark in the eyes of people outside of Europe, is some exotic country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you, it is not exotic and no drugs are not legal and meds not free here.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact on top of the insanely high tax you also risk paying an even greater price for living here in "paradise". You risk your life and well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exaggerating? Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In may 2006 Denmark was number two on the list of countries with the most medical malpractice. 29% of people had relatives that had experienced serious malpractice. That, for a rich country, is not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example of the very serious malpractice, that lead to death, is a case where a doctor on emergency duty missed a case of meningitis. When the 15year old kid was seizures and going unresponsive the emergency call centre turned his family down THREE times.&lt;br /&gt;Then they took him themselves and found out it was meningitis and it had already destroyed half of his brain. They tried to operate on him, but too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of it all is that if he had gotten help just 3 hours earlier, he might have survived it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of examples like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 47year old woman dies from an asthma attack because the emergency call centre wouldnt send an ambulance and the doc on duty just said over the phone to her husband that she needed to use her inhaler. She died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 19 year old girl injures her back in a car accident. The doctors take xrays that reveal nothing. They give her painkillers and send her home. She's almost paralized by pain though and returns for more xrays, that still dont reveal anything.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, they dont xray the part of her back that she points out is hurting her.&lt;br /&gt;When they finally do, they find a fracture, that has been there since the accident MONTHS ago. She may have trouble with that the rest of her life and not be able to finish her education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are more recent examples, but there are tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do all the tax money go, when the healthcare system obviously suck like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel safe in this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7507405758514164682?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7507405758514164682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7507405758514164682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7507405758514164682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7507405758514164682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/03/denmark-nice-country-as-long-as-youre.html' title='Denmark, a nice country... as long as you&apos;re healthy!!!!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6432134167569862268</id><published>2007-03-27T22:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:12:24.060+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daylight saving'/><title type='text'>Daylight savings, ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RgmB3j5xWzI/AAAAAAAAABU/r3QKdX-Q6Mw/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046707648975690546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RgmB3j5xWzI/AAAAAAAAABU/r3QKdX-Q6Mw/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a b-person the daylight saving that occurs from winter to summer has always troubled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me winter is long, cold and sad. It is incredibly hard to get out of bed when darkness is what awaits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for light, it finally happens that it starts to get lighter in the morning and then easier to get out of bed. Finally a chance to feel alive when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then comes the "shock", some A-person has decided that they want more light LATER in the day and that light in the morning doesn't matter that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, that has always hit hard. The day goes back to being not very inviting. I do like long light summernights, but I wouldn't mind giving them up their full length and have less long summernights, if it meant I didn't have to be flung straight back into darkness when it finally seemed to get better and easier getting up and facing the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6432134167569862268?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6432134167569862268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6432134167569862268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6432134167569862268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6432134167569862268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/03/daylight-savings-ugh.html' title='Daylight savings, ugh'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RgmB3j5xWzI/AAAAAAAAABU/r3QKdX-Q6Mw/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-3624049405163902657</id><published>2007-03-23T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:05:53.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The burning house</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I haven't made any posts in a very long time. And there are several reasons for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The primary reason is lack of energy. I have so much going on my head that blogging was not exactly on the top of the to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an odd feeling, finding yourself to have so much to say, but no words to say it with. So many feelings, thoughts and considerations that it's nearly impossible to single one thought out.&lt;br /&gt;As if there were hundred of voices in my head, all screaming to get my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in a burning house with no exit.  No doors, only windows, that don't open or break. So all I can really do, is wait for the flames to reach me, all while I see life passing by outside the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like the ultimate nightmare, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I feel sorry for myself. I guess I do in between, when I'm not angry with myself or someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get angry with myself for getting angry with others, because I am completely the one to blame. No one, but me, is responsible for my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are, reading this, but thank you for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-3624049405163902657?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3624049405163902657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=3624049405163902657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3624049405163902657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3624049405163902657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/03/burning-house.html' title='The burning house'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-9008688422833208447</id><published>2007-02-17T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:02:22.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristopher Leija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Now that is (NOT) justice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RdZF5qyb42I/AAAAAAAAABE/nl2DYEX4KxA/s1600-h/fireengine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032286490673800034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RdZF5qyb42I/AAAAAAAAABE/nl2DYEX4KxA/s400/fireengine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man throws a lit joint in a garbage can when he sees the police coming.&lt;br /&gt;A building is set on fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man realizes he f*cked up, saves 4 kids from the burning building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a hero. - Untill the police finds out he actually started the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, he goes to jail for 20 TWENTY years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW can that be justice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO,&lt;/strong&gt; he should not have thrown a lit joint in the trash, heck, he shouldn't even have smoked it to begin with. But when he saw what he did, he did what he could to stop the damage - and no one was hurting, only the building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had he run from it all, and not even attempted to save people, yes then twenty years would be more than fair. But at least he tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristopher Leija is only 26 years old, but who knows what kind of a life he'll be facing when he gets out in 20 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image: Freefoto.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-9008688422833208447?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/9008688422833208447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=9008688422833208447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/9008688422833208447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/9008688422833208447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/02/now-that-is-not-justice.html' title='Now that is (NOT) justice...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RdZF5qyb42I/AAAAAAAAABE/nl2DYEX4KxA/s72-c/fireengine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5549211629452676073</id><published>2007-02-15T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:21:17.845+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breasts'/><title type='text'>Is that really what men wants?</title><content type='html'>I read an article about who has the biggest breasts in Europe. The British are leading followed by the Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole article protrayed these big attributes as being something fantastic (Lucky Brits, huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But my question is, is that really what men wants??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would believe men prefer women where everything sort of fits together, in harmony and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time imagining a really slim lady with gigantic melons on the front even standing up straight!(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, big breasts doesn't come without a cost:&lt;br /&gt;Backache&lt;br /&gt;Hard to find clothes/bras that look good.&lt;br /&gt;Bras must (often) have wide straps (to prevent cutting into the shoulder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031687999866004290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RdQlk6yb40I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PJUou6gmK_8/s400/airbags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5549211629452676073?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5549211629452676073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5549211629452676073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5549211629452676073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5549211629452676073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-that-really-what-men-wants.html' title='Is that really what men wants?'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RdQlk6yb40I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PJUou6gmK_8/s72-c/airbags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-3314425719982800858</id><published>2007-02-12T15:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:14:22.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos9.flickr.com/16697889_f09f592273_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos9.flickr.com/16697889_f09f592273_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-3314425719982800858?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3314425719982800858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=3314425719982800858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3314425719982800858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3314425719982800858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/02/poor-kitty.html' title='Poor kitty'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-584557923410991450</id><published>2007-02-06T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:02:13.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He put abortion pills in his girlfriend's yoghurt!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/Rch7SH7VTMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vmgdLhL3FHU/s1600-h/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028404535254928578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/Rch7SH7VTMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vmgdLhL3FHU/s400/pills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I read an article in a newspaper, about a swedish man who put abortion pills in his girlfriend's yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They were planning to have kids together, but when his girlfriend became pregnant... too soon. The basta... the guy panicked and got his hands on some abortion pills that he crushed and put in her yoghurt!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE F... is wrong in the minds of some people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night she started getting stomach pains and was taken to a doctor, who told her that both her and her baby was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy confessed 3 days later though, and his girlfriend left and went to stay with her mom. She had an abortion anyway, for fear that the pills might have harmed her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that guy rots in hell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture: Edit from freeimages.co.uk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-584557923410991450?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/584557923410991450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=584557923410991450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/584557923410991450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/584557923410991450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-put-abortion-pills-in-his.html' title='He put abortion pills in his girlfriend&apos;s yoghurt!!!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/Rch7SH7VTMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vmgdLhL3FHU/s72-c/pills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5015133080450620015</id><published>2007-02-04T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:56:49.646+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potted plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Women and flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RcZH_X7VTLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xoDzaB5pMRk/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027785188085943474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RcZH_X7VTLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xoDzaB5pMRk/s400/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've read that women would rather have a bouquet of flowers than a potted plant. Men on the other hand thinks that a potted plant should be worth more to a woman because she can take of it and watch it grow. A bouquet withers and fades away, thus a potted plant has to be better?&lt;br /&gt;Personally I love when my husband buys me potted plants and he often does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A potted plant doesn't have to be something cheap from the closest store, it can be a really nice decorative plant from a florist's shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image: freefoto.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5015133080450620015?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5015133080450620015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5015133080450620015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5015133080450620015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5015133080450620015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/02/women-and-flowers.html' title='Women and flowers'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RcZH_X7VTLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xoDzaB5pMRk/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-4107977007024110296</id><published>2007-01-29T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:17:51.249+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Who's the real enemy...</title><content type='html'>Who is the real enemy here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's 1000s of reasons not to blindly trust your goverment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see Bush answer to these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, this movie is very long, one hour and 23 minutes, but it is worth your time, please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=1336167662031629480&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-4107977007024110296?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4107977007024110296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=4107977007024110296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4107977007024110296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4107977007024110296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/01/whos-real-enemy.html' title='Who&apos;s the real enemy...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7216733822175774045</id><published>2007-01-19T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:58:18.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterintoxication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KDND 107.9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Strange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>Waterintoxication - they knew it was dangerous!</title><content type='html'>So most people are already familiar with the case about Jennifer Strange, but for those that aren't: Strange died from waterintoxication after having participated in a competition hosted by the radiostation KDND 107.9. The contest was "Hold your wee for a Wii", the person who could drink the most water without going to the bathroom would win a Nintendo Wii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange felt sick and stopped participating, she went home and was later found dead. She died from waterintoxication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure alot of people weren't even aware that you can die from drinking too much water, afterall water is healthy for you, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the radiostation didn't know, their flaw was just being crappy researchers. But the latest news proves that they KNEW! They knew it very well! And they joked about it. They also didn't make sure Jennifer Strange saw a doctor when she told them she had a massive headache, just listen to the clip below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people have been fired, but I hope they get to spend some time behind bars aswell, now that this has come out, cause this is completely immature and irresponsible. They were playing with peoples lives! And that cost a mother of three, hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370" wmode="transparent" data="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf?autostart=false&amp;token=2b0d724022"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf?autostart=false&amp;token=2b0d724022"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7216733822175774045?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7216733822175774045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7216733822175774045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7216733822175774045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7216733822175774045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/01/waterintoxication-they-knew-it-was.html' title='Waterintoxication - they knew it was dangerous!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7498104150071679770</id><published>2007-01-16T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:32:34.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best animation'/><title type='text'>Clever PC</title><content type='html'>I'm glad the computer isn't THIS clever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-8390602584214022225&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7498104150071679770?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7498104150071679770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7498104150071679770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7498104150071679770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7498104150071679770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/01/clever-pc.html' title='Clever PC'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5910593965762076476</id><published>2007-01-09T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:45:46.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seatbelt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>No seatbelt, no excuse</title><content type='html'>I want to post a video, but I will warn first, it's not for everyone. It's tough to watch, but the message is so very important!&lt;br /&gt;Pass it along, show it to everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly why no one gets to sit in our car without using the seatbelt!&lt;br /&gt;USE SEATBELTS, DAMMIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370" wmode="transparent" data="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf?autostart=false&amp;token=b113582d37"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf?autostart=false&amp;token=b113582d37"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5910593965762076476?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5910593965762076476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5910593965762076476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5910593965762076476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5910593965762076476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-seatbelt-no-excuse.html' title='No seatbelt, no excuse'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-4063501887082271757</id><published>2007-01-07T23:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:55:34.251+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing guitar player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitarist'/><title type='text'>Amazing guitar player</title><content type='html'>This is just amazing! Wow, this guy made me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjA5faZF1A8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjA5faZF1A8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-4063501887082271757?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4063501887082271757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=4063501887082271757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4063501887082271757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4063501887082271757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/01/amazing-guitar-player.html' title='Amazing guitar player'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-693339504272935665</id><published>2007-01-06T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:49:00.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amnesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saddam Hussein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Penalty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Execution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hussein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>Death penalty: Death is not a punishment</title><content type='html'>Saddam Hussein is dead and everyone's happy about that, well most people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have to say that I do agree with the death penalty of Saddam Hussein, not because I think killing him is the most fair thing to do, but because he might escape from prison if he was sentenced to life in prison - no matter how high the security is, a guy like him has resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd like to talk a little about Death Penalty and the fairness of it.&lt;br /&gt;First of, here are some facts taken from Amnesty International &lt;a href="http://web.amnesty.org/pages/deathpenalty-facts-eng"&gt;(www.amnesty.org)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;a total of 128 countries which have abolished the death penalty in law or practice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 of which are for all crimes, 11 for all but exceptional crimes, and 29 CAN use death penalty but hasn't carried out any executions in the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;69 other countries can and still use Death Penalty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;During 2005 at least 2148 people were executed in 22 countries and at least 5186 people were sentenced to death in 53 countries.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were all the LEGAL executions and sentences, the actual number is probably much higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 60 prisoners were executed in the USA in 2005! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 38 of 50 states in US CAN use the Death Penalty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Since 1973, 123 prisoners have been released in the USA because evidence was found that they did not commit the crime for which they were sentenced to death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at those facts, the first I think about are those that are innocent, spend years in prison and come close to be executed or actually ARE executed ... For a crime they didn't do? How is that fair?&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, if 1000 guilty people are executed it does not make up to the fact that ONE innocent is executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, guilty or not, the executed prisoners have family that are being punished for the crime their son/daughter/brother/sister/father/mother whatever it may be, did or did NOT commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Death is not a punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that those that are sentenced to death, spend many years in prison knowing they are going to die. And most don't know when, it might be 5 years, 10 years or 20 years! That is probably a rough thought.&lt;br /&gt;But it is something to get used to and to look forward to. After spending so many years in a prison with smelly violent people and cranky prison guards, death is more like a reward than a punishment.&lt;br /&gt;This must especially go for those that killed and/or molested children. Those do not have a fun time in prison. They are hated and are beaten up, some are even raped by their fellow prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;Death will be a welcome gift, a way out of the hell they find themselves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair, for a person who's killed and/or molested another person, would be for him to spend a lifetime in hell... in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guilty&lt;/strong&gt; person will know he/she will never see freedom again - he/she will probably eventually try to kill him/herself. Sort of puts things into perspective, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The innocent&lt;/strong&gt; will know, that they have a lifetime to get out. For evidence to show up and they can get back to freedom. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(They'll come out rich too, not that it makes up for staying in prison for something you didn't do, but it's a bandaid at least.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there will be prisoners that are set free after many many years in prison, but they will be old and gray and they won't have a life or get one, when they get out.&lt;br /&gt;It's also possible to take away that option for them to ever get out, if what they did was bad enough for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is not a punishment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-693339504272935665?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/693339504272935665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=693339504272935665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/693339504272935665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/693339504272935665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-penalty.html' title='Death penalty: Death is not a punishment'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5865222093800059662</id><published>2006-12-26T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T17:25:17.183+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Playing Piano with his balls</title><content type='html'>Wow, imagine this guy as a one-man-band to a wedding or something ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4245440696800539370&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5865222093800059662?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5865222093800059662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5865222093800059662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5865222093800059662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5865222093800059662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/12/playing-piano-with-his-balls.html' title='Playing Piano with his balls'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-3607702371130608803</id><published>2006-12-22T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:21:12.136+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big o'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm'/><title type='text'>Big O day...</title><content type='html'>No need to get into detail here, but today, December 22, is Global Orgasm Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? For world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more on the official site: &lt;a href="http://www.globalorgasm.org/"&gt;www.globalorgasm.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get busy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-3607702371130608803?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3607702371130608803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=3607702371130608803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3607702371130608803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3607702371130608803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-o-day.html' title='Big O day...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-3714742696726190476</id><published>2006-12-19T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:05:50.249+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneeze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panda Sneeze'/><title type='text'>Bless you!</title><content type='html'>My friend sent me the link to this video, and I'm still laughing so hard my stomach is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little warning though, if you're eating or drinking something, stop that while you watch this, or you may choke. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8922875251875301807&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-3714742696726190476?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3714742696726190476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=3714742696726190476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3714742696726190476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3714742696726190476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/12/bless-you.html' title='Bless you!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1830323871779364436</id><published>2006-12-14T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:59:23.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20'/><title type='text'>So, do you feel older?</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so today I'm turning 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does that mean? I'm already allowed to buy alcohol and cigarettes, get a drivers license, go to clubs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to clubs, I don't have a drivers license yet, I don't smoke, I don't drink - not much anyway, wine or something here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means, I'm no longer a teenager. Which is good...&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to avoid the question "So, do you feel older?"&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is that?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Yeah. Right, I feel older. I wake up and suddenly I feel older. Is that a wrinkle?&lt;br /&gt;No, for goodness sake, I don't feel older. I feel the same I did yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;If I feel older, I'll only feel a day older than I did yesterday, and you'd have to be super sensitive to feel any difference from yesterday to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, on to the good stuff. I took the day off and SO did too. He's in the kitchen right now cooking my favorite dinner. Ham, stewed kale, regular white potatoes and sugar glaced potatoes. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also woke me up with coffee, breakfast and singing. All days should be like today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1830323871779364436?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1830323871779364436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1830323871779364436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1830323871779364436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1830323871779364436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-do-you-feel-older.html' title='So, do you feel older?'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5268537127932681240</id><published>2006-12-11T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:09:16.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artificial insemination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genes'/><title type='text'>Designer Genes</title><content type='html'>I just read an article about selecting against genes.&lt;br /&gt;A couple from the UK had eggs sorted and only a couple of healthy eggs used. The reason for the couople to go through this, was that they had had a boy a long time ago that was suffering from cystic fibrosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article asks some people what they think about it. And everybody is positive about it and would like to have that option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to think about it. On one hand it's a good thing, because it can prevent alot pain, emotionally and psysically. I'm not too concerned with genes being chosen over others, because that happens everyday. Naturally aswell as in test tubes in a lab; The stronger eggs and sperm cells have a better chance of developing. So that in itself doesn't worry me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries me is that it could be a healthy couple, that aren't in any risk of having seriously ill children, that have this done. It worries me that if this is just available to anyone who can pay, then we're moving towards making children a product. A product that we can more or less walk in and buy. I do worry a little that one day "designer babies" will be seen as a human right.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows if it will be taken that far, and many people will argue that that won't ever be legal, it isn't ethical. No, sure it isn't, but what is ethical today and what is ethical in 50 years is two different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if this method fails? What if a couple pays alot of money to have a healthy child and they don't get a healthy child? Maybe they will get a child with a genetic defect that no one would have been able to see. Most parents would love their child anyway, but just imagine if children were a product, wouldn't a child like that be a "faulty delivery"?.&lt;br /&gt;In that case would there be a right of cancellation? Money-back gurantee? Replacement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be better off just leaving as much of this up to nature as we can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5268537127932681240?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5268537127932681240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5268537127932681240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5268537127932681240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5268537127932681240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/12/designer-genes.html' title='Designer Genes'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6065415062937787985</id><published>2006-12-10T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:18:47.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private rental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landlord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Romantic old crap...</title><content type='html'>March 2005 we moved into, what we thought, was a romantic old house.&lt;br /&gt;The paint on the outside was peeling, there was no less than 3 different layers and colors, the entrance so low that you have to watch your head when you walk in, red/earth colored floor tiles, more peeling paint and broken panels, old wooden stairway that would shake a bit when walking up or down it, a small somewhat new kitchen, an old small bathroom with wood and green tiles, a tiny washplace, upstairs was a platform and two small rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for the two of us, we would even have room for an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a well with a waterpump where all of the water for the house would come from, a boiler/oven outside in a shed, that would warm up water that then would run through the house and warm it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landlord seemed like a nice lady too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever been more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It's now December 2006, our second winter in this house.&lt;br /&gt;I think we've managed to actually tame the boiler so that it doesn't overheat and cause panic and shaking and rumbling pipes. It does get pretty cold though when we don't have time to fire up the oven. We need to buy a hairdryer, in case the water pump freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;It's tedious, but it works. I guess. At least now we have a water pump that works, when we moved in, it didn't exactly work and we've gone for 4 or 5 days once without any water at all.&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty creepy. Since that, the well has been "The Well from Hell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electric installations are illegal, wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a fall down the shaky, homemade, wooden stairs a few times and banged my head against the romantic stonewall. I guess you have to suffer for romance too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One radiator isn't working, one garage door fell off, two electric outlets stopped working completely and the door to the oven needs to be kept shut with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;The nice lady, landlord, turned out to be the MOTHER of the landlord. And the actual landlord, well, he creeps me out, he scares me and so does his wife.&lt;br /&gt;He was screaming at my poor SO once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we'll just wait till the romantic old house falls apart completely, shrug and find someplace else to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever rent with a private person again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6065415062937787985?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6065415062937787985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6065415062937787985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6065415062937787985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6065415062937787985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/12/romantic-old-crap.html' title='Romantic old crap...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7695515399594234876</id><published>2006-12-04T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:09:20.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labels'/><title type='text'>Monday Weirdness</title><content type='html'>I hate mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weirdness - Weird labels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Label on a pack of... Peanuts: Contains nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Label on a hairdryer: DO NOT use while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Label on a lighter: Do not light the flame near the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On plastic cup for coffee from Mc Donalds: WARNING, contents hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A sticker on a toilet at a public facility: Recycled flush water, unsafe for drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Label on a self-defense pepper spray: May irritate eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Label on a baby stroller: Remove child before folding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the ultimate weirdness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004688322660259586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RXQ5g3O11wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5xuEWYunOpE/s400/warning_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7695515399594234876?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7695515399594234876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7695515399594234876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7695515399594234876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7695515399594234876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-weirdness.html' title='Monday Weirdness'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ND7dzlVR2Oc/RXQ5g3O11wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5xuEWYunOpE/s72-c/warning_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1437584072643377297</id><published>2006-11-29T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:07:44.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talked to the vet</title><content type='html'>Well, my SO called the vet to ask about this whole Feline Leukemia Virus issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the vet sounded very confident, we shouldn't need to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;We don't even have to come in and get the younger cat checked out, unless of course he start getting symptoms of anything, which he most likely won't.&lt;br /&gt;So I've calmed down and can enjoy watching the cat doing whatever he's doing, without fearing that he'll get really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1437584072643377297?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1437584072643377297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1437584072643377297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1437584072643377297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1437584072643377297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/11/talked-to-vet.html' title='Talked to the vet'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6704897665502536768</id><published>2006-11-27T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:00:53.284+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feline Leukemia Virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leukemia'/><title type='text'>Feline Leukemia Virus...</title><content type='html'>Less than a week ago we had one of our two cats put down due to Feline Leukemia Virus. It was an old cat, nearly 12 years old. We have a younger cat aswell in the household and after having done some reading up on it, I'm getting anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following quotes are from &lt;a href="http://www.winnfelinehealth.org/health/FeLV.html"&gt;http://www.winnfelinehealth.org/health/FeLV.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The prevalence of FeLV in single-cat households is about 3% and can be as high as 11% in stray cat populations. In large multi-cat households and in households where cats roam freely outdoors, the prevalence can reach as high as 70%. Cats roaming in urban areas are more likely to be exposed to FeLV (40%) than cats roaming in rural areas (6%). "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this area is not urban, but it's not exactly rural either. The cats were both allowed outside at anytime they wanted, it's not a large multicat household but it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a multicat-household till the older cat was put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The most common route is contact with infected saliva through grooming, licking, biting and shared dishes and litter pans."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they shared the dishes and we did have a litter-box from time to time when it's cold outside. They mainly ate dry food, sometimes wet, but the wet food they almost always ate up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When a cat is exposed to FeLV, there are four possible outcomes. In about 30% of cats, an effective immune response is produced and the infection is resisted. These cats then become naturally immune to FeLV infection for an unknown period of time. In about 40% of cats, the virus is successful and the cat eventually becomes persistently infected and excreting virus in its saliva. Another 30% of cats do not produce immunity but also do not become persistently infected immediately. In these cats, the virus hides in the bone marrow for up to 30 months. Eventually, these cats either overcome the virus or become persistently infected. Finally, some cats can develop latent or sequestered infection. This probably happens to less than 5-10% of cats."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the look of those odds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very nervous and the best way to settle that nervousness would probably be to just have the cat tested for it, but that can't be done till in 3 months time and then what am I supposed to do till then? Sit here and be anxious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to panic and keep the cat in doors as much as possible, keep it away from cold, make sure the waterbowl is superclean, not let the cat go hungry at all if possible... I wonder if there's vitamines for cats, that boost their immune system. Anything I can do to help it fight off the virus in case it has it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody out there that can calm me down or give me some advice...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6704897665502536768?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6704897665502536768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6704897665502536768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6704897665502536768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6704897665502536768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/11/feline-leukemia-virus.html' title='Feline Leukemia Virus...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2672834550932709706</id><published>2006-11-27T02:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T02:39:57.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>Today was “just one of those days”. What, one of those days?&lt;br /&gt;The kind of day where you feel like punching the first person you see, where everything you touch seems to turn into failure, where your words are like poison and where all the chocolate in the world just won’t make you feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering what makes a good day, a good day and a bad day, a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Some days are just like that, from the minute you open your eyes the day is ruined. Is there some sort of lottery going on during the night, where people get to draw their lucky number… or not so lucky number? Who will get out of bed on the wrong side today… drum roll please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it our dreams maybe? Do the dreams we have, even those we don’t remember, have an influence on how our day will be? Is it the quality of our sleep? Or maybe the quantity?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it’s just hormones? Or perhaps the explanation lies in our… so called biorhythm? If I believed in astrology the answer might be in the stars and moons and what else is up there in the endless universe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck, fate, psychology or science? I wish I knew. Whatever it is, I hope tomorrow is better than today was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2672834550932709706?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2672834550932709706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2672834550932709706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2672834550932709706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2672834550932709706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-3432038764835460386</id><published>2006-11-20T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T09:56:46.493+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecstasy'/><title type='text'>The stench of wasted time</title><content type='html'>I just read about a 20year old guy, who was worried about his future because at the moment he has some bad habits. He smokes Hash almost everyday, he drinks and smokes cigarettes - alot.&lt;br /&gt;He was asking, if he had any future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting people to say things such as "You have to pull yourself together, starting such bad habits at age 20..." But no. There were a few comments like that, but most were more or less saying "You're normal. That's basically how 20year olds are".&lt;br /&gt;My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as I read the comments. A few even said "Don't worry. That's the perfect image of me at age 20, and I'm 35 and doing great now!"&lt;br /&gt;That is all so wrong. You people need to push him in the right direction, not encourage this behavior.&lt;br /&gt;But what is the right direction? Has it really come to this? Is it fine for a 20year old to waste everyday smoking Hash and partying from wednesday night till monday morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to say that being already involved with Hash, other dangers lurk just around the cornor. A few of your Hash-buddies might get bored with Hash and wants to try something else. Cocaine, Ecstasy, LSD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't 20year olds have some healthier habits, like... sport or girls/boys? Or am I just all wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-3432038764835460386?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3432038764835460386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=3432038764835460386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3432038764835460386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/3432038764835460386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/11/stench-of-wasted-time.html' title='The stench of wasted time'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2170042267265438015</id><published>2006-11-12T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:44:38.042+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>Living with a man that hates christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm in the happy situation of being married to a man that hates christmas.&lt;br /&gt;In mid October, I can be sure to hear the words "If you want christmas decorations, you can do it on your own". He doesn't want part of it. He and christmas pixies, elves, santa's helpers, whatever you want to call them, seem to be death enemies. I'm sure if he had a paint ball gun he would have a field day in the stores shooting down anything slightly christmas-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently his anti-christmasness stems from the fact that christmas is no longer as much about Jesus as it should be. That seems to prevent him from picking out the positive things about the celebration. It's a friggin &lt;strong&gt;MONEY-SCAM!&lt;/strong&gt; OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sound upset, it might be because christmas is the holiday I love the most. I don't care about the rest and for my sake they can take them out of the year if they want. As long as I get to keep christmas. I love elves, reindeer, santas, lights and fancy little decorations. I love the atmosphere, I love the christmastrees, the presents, the cookies. I love absolutely everything about christmas, even the stress!&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with christmas being about Jesus, none at all, it has always been about Jesus for me. Even if my family felt differently. But I don't see why christmas being about Jesus should leave out all the rest of the good stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very bad dancing around a christmastree, because that is like the story in the bible where a group of people were dancing around a cow, and that upset God.&lt;br /&gt;Right... I'm sure God is very upset that we dance around a decorated tree, give each other presents and eat chocolate till we're about to burst. Because God, is evil! He doesn't want us to have fun and enjoy outselves. Riiight...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. Maybe, just maybe, He has more important things on His mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be able to enjoy christmas, and to share that joy with my husband, but I guess I can forget that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2170042267265438015?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2170042267265438015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2170042267265438015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2170042267265438015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2170042267265438015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/11/living-with-man-that-hates-christmas.html' title='Living with a man that hates christmas'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5964338292990894839</id><published>2006-11-09T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:52:19.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Dewey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Microsoft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dewey'/><title type='text'>Ms. Dewey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just found a neat way to search for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about google or yahoo. Cause Microsoft's got something more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msdewey.com/"&gt;Ms. Dewey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will make funny or interesting comments about the words you search for and then she will bring up the results.&lt;br /&gt;I tried searching for "jokes" and she started telling me a joke.&lt;br /&gt;I searched for "books" and she said she liked to curl up in front of the fire with a good book and then she pulled out a book from under the table. "Kama Sutra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sit around and stare at her for too long though, or she will poke at the screen or try getting your attention in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/1600/dewey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/dewey.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Helloooo... Type something here!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5964338292990894839?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5964338292990894839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5964338292990894839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5964338292990894839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5964338292990894839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/11/ms-dewey.html' title='Ms. Dewey'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2346222745034842420</id><published>2006-11-07T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:08:04.427+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water balloon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow motion'/><title type='text'>Water balloon bursted in slow motion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-8568478827662499191&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that looks awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2346222745034842420?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2346222745034842420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2346222745034842420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2346222745034842420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2346222745034842420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/11/water-balloon-bursted-in-slow-motion.html' title='Water balloon bursted in slow motion.'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5712156336961390705</id><published>2006-11-02T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:55:39.236+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>The Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/1600/dance.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="346" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/dance.0.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watch them closely. The shadows, lights, colorful smoke and patterns unites around them, combines into new and even more beautiful sightings.&lt;br /&gt;They disappear, it almost looks as if they sank into the floor, then they reappear.&lt;br /&gt;His hand is resting on her waist, the other holding her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Gently, but with authority, he leads her across the floor, lightly swaying. Their feet are light as feathers and barely touching the surface beneath them.&lt;br /&gt;They look almost transparent, angelic as they dance in what seems like an eternity and yet it seems like it lasts only a second.&lt;br /&gt;They’re smiling, but they’re serious. The look in their eyes tells me they’ve done this many times. His hand slides off her waist and out to his side as he raises the other arm over both of them, turning her slightly. She curtsies and he closes his eyes for a second as he nods in approval.&lt;br /&gt;It’s only just begun and now it’s over.&lt;br /&gt;I gasp for breath; I’ve been holding it since I saw them and the air that fills my lungs seem filled with magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks away as I ask how I can be part of the fantastic scene I have just witnessed, I ask him to teach me. He says he can’t.The next few minutes are sheer horror. The surface I’m standing on starts spinning and moving and I try to keep up. I hear him asking me questions, one after the other. I see the woman behind him, she’s nodding, I’m not sure why but I can see she’s smiling too, so all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful smoke from before whirls up and around me, it almost feels as if it was trying to push me or turn me. I collapse on the floor. It's pale wood, polished. He’s still talking; I look up at him hoping he will help me up. But he keeps asking questions faster than I can answer, I can barely hear what he is asking anyway, the flow of words is constant.&lt;br /&gt;The surface stops spinning and instead it seems to move in one direction and I’m trapped. I can’t get lose. All of my limbs hurt and it feels like they’re being stretched, I fight for a while and then give in. His voice quiets down, I listen, he has disappeared and so has she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance, I drift, I float across the surface. The colored smoke is my dancing partner. My skirt is light and almost looks like it’s blending with the smoke and lights as I whirl and swirl. My feet are barely touching the ground beneath me and I can’t help but smile. I feel like I’ve done this many times before. I see him, he smiles and says “I could never teach you this…” then he disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Light as a feather I keep dancing, wondering if anyone is watching…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The picture is a paraphrase of Laurie Cooper's "Freedom Dance" check her own site to see the original. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lauriecooper.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5712156336961390705?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5712156336961390705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5712156336961390705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5712156336961390705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5712156336961390705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/11/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6197956467765946510</id><published>2006-10-31T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:14:01.433+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dublin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PETA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Meat market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/1600/meat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/meat.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, PETA, trying to make people stop eating meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naked women trapped in giant meat trays on the street in Dublin. If nothing else, it will at least get PETA some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this would fall in the category of...Offence against public decency?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6197956467765946510?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6197956467765946510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6197956467765946510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6197956467765946510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6197956467765946510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/meat-market.html' title='Meat market'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-4295729906505948987</id><published>2006-10-31T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:31:03.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I received a story in my email. A type of email I normally would have deleted and classified as spam, but I read it anyway and took the liberty of translating it to english, because it has a good morale and a message I want to send on. Since I'm not a big fan of chainletters I decided to put it here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in 7th grade I saw a kid on my way home. His name was Morten. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself: "Why carry all his books with him home on a friday?. He must be a geek".&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was planned, party at night and soccer with my friends the next afternoon. I shrugged and continue to walk. Then I saw a bunch of kids running towards him. Then ran into him, kicked and pushed him so he dropped his books and fell on the ground. His glasses fell off and landed in the grass 3-4 meters away. He looked up and he looked so sad, there was no life in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad for him, so I went over to where he was crawling around and looking for his glasses. He had tears in his eyes. I gave him his glasses and said "Those kids were just idiots, they need to get a life!". He looked at me and said: "Hey, thanks!". He was smiling. It was a smile of pure gratitude. I helped him pick up his books and asked where he lived. He lived close to me, so I asked why I had never seen him before. He told me he had gone to a private school. Normally I would never have been hanging out with someone from a private school.&lt;br /&gt;We talked all the way home. He seemed like a great guy, so I asked if he wanted to come play soccer with me and my friends. He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know him, the more I liked him. My friends felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came and there was Morten again, with his load of books. I stopped him and said "Man, you must be getting really strong carrying all those books everyday!". He laughed and handed me half of the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the next three years, Morten and I became close friends. When we were in 9th grade we all had to start thinking about further education. Morten decided to go to Århus and I to København. I knew we would always be best friends - despite the distance.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to be a doctor and I wanted to be a salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the school-leaving ceremony, Morten was to hold a short speech. I was ribbing him about being a geek. I was happy it wasn't me who was going to be speaking in front of a large crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-leaving ceremony - I saw Morten, he looked so great. He was one of those guys who really learned to feel good about themselves. He had grown and looked awesome with his glasses. He was dating more than I was. All the girls loved him. Man, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell he was nervous about his speech. I patted his back and say "It'll be great!" he looked at me, said "Thanks" and smiled that grateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;He went up and started his speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"School-leaving is a time to thank those who helped through the rough years. Your parents, your teachers, your brother and sisters, trainer and most of all your friends...&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell you, that being a friend for somebody is the best gift you can give them. I want to tell you a story." I looked at my friend in disbelief as he was telling the story about the first time we met.&lt;br /&gt;He had planned to kill himself that weekend. He talked about how he had emptied his locker in school so that he mom wouldn't have to that later, and that he was carrying all his books home.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes cought mine and he kept looking at me, smiled and said "Luckily, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the worst imagineable. "&lt;br /&gt;I heard the crowd gasping as this handsome, popular young man was telling us all about his life's most vulnerable moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me, smiling, that same smile full of gratitude that Morten had sent me that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until that moment, did I realize the value of it... Never underestimate the effect of your actions. A simple gesture can turn another persons life around. For better or for worse. We're all here to put our mark in the world, influence each other in one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;Always look for the good in others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-4295729906505948987?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4295729906505948987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=4295729906505948987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4295729906505948987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4295729906505948987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2394804061791650392</id><published>2006-10-30T09:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:20:04.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabell Kristensen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Time sure flies. Yesterday, October 29th, was our wedding anniversary. My husband and I have been married for one year. We've known each other for much longer, but that is beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day I had looked forward to for at least half a year. It had grown so big in my head, what a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;But we had absolutely nothing planned and my dear SO had let me know that he hadn't bought me a gift because ... wait for it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was busy!&lt;/em&gt; and of course I apparently am &lt;em&gt;not an easy person to buy a gift for&lt;/em&gt;. Makes me wonder, who is an easy person, in his world, to buy a gift for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known for months what to buy him, and it was nothing particularly romantic or extrordinary. But it was something that he really wanted, could easily have bought, but just never got around to. For whatever reason, the slacker gene maybe.&lt;br /&gt;A minimaglite, wrapped up in a neat giftbox, nice paper with roses and all, put on his pillow overnight for him to see when he woke up - to make up for the less romantic part, the gift itself.&lt;br /&gt;I told him, now everytime you light up that flashlight, you'll think of me. The light of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was absolutely elated when he opened it. And so was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let me believe for a few hours that he really hadn't gotten me a gift, we watched a movie and I got used to the thought that, well maybe this day just wasn't as special to him as it was to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill he turned on a plate, blindfolded me and slowly - of course - unwrapped something. I was dying with curiousity by now. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I can see why he had to have me convinced he hadn't bought anything, or I would probably have bugged him about what it was.)&lt;/span&gt; He finally got whatever it was out of the box and I then felt hundreds of tiny cool drops with the most fantastic scent being sprayed on the top of my bared chest. Then his finger sliding from where he had sprayed this scent of &lt;em&gt;dreams&lt;/em&gt; up to my neck, making the scent stronger. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/1600/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/dreams.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took off the blindfold, grinning. Satisfied that his little trick had worked.&lt;br /&gt;What happens next must not be told. But it was a great day with awesome food, lots of laughter and good movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still convinced though, despite him saying he's had the perfume hidden in the car for 2 weeks, that it was a last minute thing - since he was in a rush to go shopping, ALONE, the day before the anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, his original way of presenting the gift makes up for it, tenfold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2394804061791650392?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2394804061791650392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2394804061791650392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2394804061791650392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2394804061791650392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6166335468220263344</id><published>2006-10-28T16:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:51:48.190+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Womens new best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/1600/goldchocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/goldchocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even a joke. It's chocolate with real gold sprinkles, and yes it's edible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew the Swiss made extraordinary chocolate, but this is just too much!&lt;br /&gt;The box of chocolate in the picture costs 98.40 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, there's your inspiration for when you just don't know what to buy for the woman you love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delafee.com/"&gt;Official site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6166335468220263344?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6166335468220263344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6166335468220263344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6166335468220263344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6166335468220263344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/womens-new-best-friend.html' title='Womens new best friend'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-1990712949032710241</id><published>2006-10-27T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:09:17.879+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I turn my head and look out the window, watching the trees waving in the wind, shaking, bending over, some of them willingly touching the ground like slaves of the wind. One snapped and broke in two pieces. I'm surprised that the wind is strong enough to break a tree in two, yet it hasn't stripped the trees of their leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep, listening to this sound. The rumbling of the wind across the roof, the wind shaking the trees, sometimes it actually sounds like waves slamming onto the beach. I imagine the wind as a huge hand lightly grasping at the roof, stroking it, threatening to pull it off and send it flying, leaving me with the perfect view of the dark sky and all my hope blown away with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't. And I fall asleep as I'm being taken back in time, back to the storm I was afraid was returning this night.&lt;br /&gt;Roofs blown off buildings, wires on the streets, burst dams and floods. I remember seing fields, that once was a small, growing forest. All trees broke in half and it reminds me of a field of crops that has just been harvested - except the crops were only cut in half and never picked up and this is in supersize.&lt;br /&gt;All the trees are on their knees, dying.&lt;br /&gt;A mallroof collapsing, the relocation of a churh roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will that be what I wake up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still storming when I wake up, but the roof seems intact, at least I don't see the sky. Something flies by the window, looked like paper, other than the one tree the rest seems fine, unfortunately I can't say that about the garage door which has been ripped out of its hinges and is now lying on the ground, only a few feet from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first storm of the fall, I have a feeling this fall won't be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess one advantage to living where I live is that usually the weather doesn't get very extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/1600/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo: Storm December 1999. by: Arne Rasmussen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-1990712949032710241?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1990712949032710241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=1990712949032710241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1990712949032710241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/1990712949032710241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6017312162859869952</id><published>2006-10-26T20:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:27:25.872+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newbie rezz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ress'/><title type='text'>RESS PLZ!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/1600/ressplz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/ressplz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If you share with others, don't forget to include a link ;) )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6017312162859869952?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6017312162859869952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6017312162859869952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6017312162859869952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6017312162859869952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/ress-plz.html' title='RESS PLZ!!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5203057595057672293</id><published>2006-10-26T03:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:51:47.816+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interactive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosaic'/><title type='text'>The Broth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uENdNth6rn4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uENdNth6rn4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just cool :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebroth.com/mosaic"&gt;The Broth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5203057595057672293?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5203057595057672293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5203057595057672293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5203057595057672293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5203057595057672293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/broth.html' title='The Broth!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-5122292373132346286</id><published>2006-10-24T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:51:12.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pun intended</title><content type='html'>1. A bicycle can’t stand alone; it is two tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A will is a dead giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In a democracy it’s your vote that counts; in feudalism, it’s your Count that votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you don’t pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I’ll show you A-flat miner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You are stuck with your debt if you can’t budge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. He broke into song because he couldn’t find the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A calendar’s days are numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A lot of money is tainted: ‘Taint yours, and ‘taint mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A boiled egg is hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. He had a photographic memory which was never developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A plateau is a high form of flattery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison: a small medium at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When you’ve seen one shopping center you’ve seen a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she’d dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Santa’s helpers are subordinate clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Acupuncture: a jab well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Marathon runners with bad shoes suffer the agony of de feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: No trees were killed in the sending of this message, but a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-5122292373132346286?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5122292373132346286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=5122292373132346286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5122292373132346286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/5122292373132346286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/pun-intended.html' title='Pun intended'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-7658986318595122304</id><published>2006-10-20T04:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T04:50:59.592+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Life's major questions</title><content type='html'>Do fish ever get thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a success if a book about failure sells well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is sterility hereditary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever imagined a world without hypothetical questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does two goldfish in one bowl do if they fall out with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to see a cow and say "Hm, I think I'll pull these and drink what comes out"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your knees were on the other side of your leg, how would a chair look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to prove murphy's law, will you fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you strangle a smurf, what color will it be in it's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If swimming is so healthy, how come whales look like they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the universe is endless, how can it expand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the white go when the snow melts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the guy driving the snow plough get to work in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you have to press "Start" to turn off Windows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you don't smash into the wall if you jump in a train thats going 70 miles per hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person with split personality disorder threatens to kill himself, is a hostage situation then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you trust a statistic saying that 83% of all statistics are made up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're driving 70 miles per hour on the highway and you can't see the sign, why do you lean forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the police arrests a mute, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's zero degrees today and it will be double as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when you run out of invisible ink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the nose running and the feet smelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you never see the headline "Psychic wins the lottery" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-7658986318595122304?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7658986318595122304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=7658986318595122304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7658986318595122304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/7658986318595122304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/lifes-big-questions.html' title='Life&apos;s major questions'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6128060196815059734</id><published>2006-10-17T13:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:01:04.188+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>The ultimate test</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I woke up feeling out of it, the feeling slowly increased throughout the day. The drowsiness, the nausea and the cramps, that I have been going through for a while, of course did nothing else than to add to this low feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I fear, will be the same way. I can't seem to find beauty in anything. I'm tempted to go downstairs, put on a pair of shoes, march out on the field and throw rocks at the tractor till the farmer gets out of it, then I feel like cussing the poor guy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lulled myself into a somewhat steady rythm, that I feel I can live with, or survive with rather. The problem is the rest of the world does not agree. I need to do this and I need to do that. I guess I can see the truth in "You gotta get out of this house once in a while" and "You need to work" and "You need to more independant". All meant well, but I feel like I'm the mole being chased out with smoke. Big fat choking smoke!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a complete meltdown this weekend and a long discussion with my SO, I ended up telling him that I want to run away. Far away. Preferably US. But that, since I'm unskilled, I can't even get a friggin Au Pair job. And God knows, I love kids, I'd sacrifice my life to save a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I can go to the US for upto 90 days as a tourist. I wonder if I could get a job at McDonalds or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes the idea actually, he says it would be great for me to become more independant. I guess you could say, I took the advices to the extremes if I manage to actually find work in the US.&lt;br /&gt;I know that even if I stayed longer than expected, he would choose his job rather than me - what a horrible thought that is. &lt;br /&gt;I was never a big fan of intentionally putting your relationship to the test, but I think we need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking briefly with a friend earlier today about it and I said "I guess, it would be the ultimate test of our love" and he said "No, the only thing that would do for sure, is break your love"&lt;br /&gt;If he's right, then what does our love mean? If it can't last that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if it will work out that way, but I wish, I really wish I had options for a job in the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I will come to the US. Soon. At least as a tourist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6128060196815059734?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6128060196815059734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6128060196815059734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6128060196815059734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6128060196815059734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/ultimate-test.html' title='The ultimate test'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-6059969114317415757</id><published>2006-10-15T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:25:30.415+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burned alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle-age'/><title type='text'>Back to the middle age - thief burned alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/1600/ecuador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/ecuador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy will hardly steal again, ever! Apparently he was cought stealing and locals decided it was time to stop it. They tied him up to a cross and burned his legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A priest and some villagers freed him and brought him to the hospital where his burns were treated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.dfw.com/startle_grams/2006/10/thatll_learn_hi.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say that punishment might be a little over the top for a simple thief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I wonder how far they would have taken it if the priest and villagers hadn't stopped it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That having been said, I'm known to be the first to suggest middle aged torture methods of punishments for people that I think deserve it. Such as murderers, child molestors, kidnappers, people mistreating animals. Peo... things in that category. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thief? I don't know. Take a finger and steal his clothes and have him run around naked for a while. That should be enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-6059969114317415757?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6059969114317415757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=6059969114317415757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6059969114317415757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/6059969114317415757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-middle-age-thief-burned-alive.html' title='Back to the middle age - thief burned alive!'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-4644023823354953702</id><published>2006-10-14T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:46:49.529+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the sea</title><content type='html'>A friend that I love and care for needs me, now more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in the world I want more, than to be able to help, but I'm powerless. I feel like I'm watching someone drown while my hands are tied on my back. I can do nothing, but watch as it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling from my spot on the shore, hoping that my voice will keep him fighting, keep his head above water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll make it, I know, cause he's strong and he has the willpower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could hold and hug him. Watch him fall asleep and drift off to dreamland in peace and quiet. Listening to the calm sounds of his breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I would sit right next to him for as long as he slept, making sure that the first thing he'd see, when he once again opened his eyes, would be me. My voice would be the first sound he heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The urge to protect is so strong, it's pulsating through my veins, beating in pace with my heart. It's making my fingers tremor the same way too much caffeine would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does that ocean have to keep us apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel restless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-4644023823354953702?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4644023823354953702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=4644023823354953702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4644023823354953702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4644023823354953702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/over-sea.html' title='Over the sea'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2138666688932922571</id><published>2006-10-14T00:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:26:49.747+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Real life</title><content type='html'>Traffic chaos, nothing new, drivers running through red lights, cyclists crossing the road without looking back. The pedestrians look like zombies, it's friday afternoon and they're doing their shopping before the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping bags, crying, begging kids, oh there's a parking lot free ri... nevermind, the Landrover snatched it. It's bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax office closed, and it's been for 3 hours, they're rebuilding too. It's nice to see they can spend some of all the money well, but can't afford proper signs so people wouldn't get lost in the big building. It's funny, it smells just like the doctors office inhere..&lt;br /&gt;Some other time maybe, no rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing, busy little bees with their busy little lives, no that's not a free parking lot, you can't park there, it's for Taxis, read the sign!&lt;br /&gt;Racing through the inner city, too fast, another red light. Found a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this place from when I was just a kid...&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes for him.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for me, just want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the doctors office smell better, this place smells so... deadly. Inhale, exhale. I wonder if the cute little shop assistant likes this place? I bet the old men that come here to buy their cigars like &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;... She's radiant, unlike the rest of the place with it's dirt colored walls and darkwood counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road again, headed for the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;What were we supposed to buy? I hope he remembers, I've had enough of "real life" for one day, my mind is on standby now.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate, let's buy some of that.&lt;br /&gt;Kids crying again, it's like their brains were preprogrammed for "beg-mode" as soon as they see a store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, that's real life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collapsing on the couch, falling asleep halfway through "Cast Away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2138666688932922571?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2138666688932922571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2138666688932922571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2138666688932922571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2138666688932922571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/real-life.html' title='Real life'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-4269200229902707060</id><published>2006-10-13T21:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:27:06.470+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Why am I crying...</title><content type='html'>Why am I crying, you have no clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I cry myself to sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;Because, your eyes are distant, your smile is vague.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with a dark, dark fright&lt;br /&gt;Devours my life, my soul, with plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I crying, what is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask so often, do you really love me?&lt;br /&gt;You say you do, forever and always, of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run, I want to break free.&lt;br /&gt;But I tell myself, we’ll work it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I crying, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing, when you touch my skin&lt;br /&gt;Your job is your passion, your mistress to adore,&lt;br /&gt;I am no match, I can’t ever win,&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid you want her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I crying, and for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason for all my tears,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show you this poem, and open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Show you my sorrow and all my fears,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I’ll rip this paper apart…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-4269200229902707060?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4269200229902707060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=4269200229902707060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4269200229902707060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/4269200229902707060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-am-i-crying_13.html' title='Why am I crying...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-2927654098089324003</id><published>2006-10-12T19:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:37:37.711+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julian Beever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pavement drawings'/><title type='text'>Wow. Just wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like different forms of art; sculptures, light art, interactive art, performance art, surrealism and realism too. I'm not a big fan of piecing junk together or putting gold fish in a blender and calling it art. But anyway, I found something that impresses me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His name is &lt;strong&gt;Julian Beever. &lt;/strong&gt;He makes pavement drawings. Not just pavement drawings though! 3d pavement drawings. It's impressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Judge for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/rembrandt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rembrandts crayons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/globe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The guy has a point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1102/4342/400/coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmm... is this a new way of advertizement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;His homepage is &lt;a href="http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/pave.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-2927654098089324003?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2927654098089324003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=2927654098089324003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2927654098089324003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/2927654098089324003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-just-wow.html' title='Wow. Just wow.'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-169959334988395497</id><published>2006-10-10T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:37:45.531+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The funny things kids say and do...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at my grandma's birthday party and where the family is, so is the memories. The talk about old times lasted for a good while. My mom told us a funny story, that neither I nor my cousin has any memory of anymore, we must have been around 5 and 6 at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my aunt, she has a temper, she can scream and yell and make herself so red in the face that a tomato pales in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;The day this incident happened, she had been working nights and were asleep on the couch, when she woke up to what she thought were us kids killing each other. She rushed to the room we were having our match to the death and screamed &lt;strong&gt;"What are you doing??? Stop it!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her surprise and emberrassment we answered: &lt;em&gt;"But, we were just pretending to be you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downcast and more red in the face than before, she went back to sleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some quotes of what children say and thought I'd share a few.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is only 2 months away, so here's a couple of christmas related ones first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't believe in santa. But I have seen his reindeer"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I believe in santa, it's dad"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know santa lives on the north pole, but I don't believe in him"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some children's logic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In a family you can say exactly what you want, without worrying that anybody should have the same opinion"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Think about the biggest number you can imagine, now add 5. Imagine you have just as many bags of candy. Wow, that is 5 more than the biggest number you can imagine!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to share with you, a bit about the country I live in, Denmark, through the eyes of the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is no war in Denmark. Nobody wants us"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Denmark is a nice country because there's lots of water and no war"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Denmark is nice to live in, but Legoland is better"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-169959334988395497?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/169959334988395497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=169959334988395497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/169959334988395497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/169959334988395497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny-things-kids-say-and-do.html' title='The funny things kids say and do...'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35570766.post-108907032759130733</id><published>2006-10-06T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:37:51.935+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red-letter day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Day of smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you’re at home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile. Today is the international day of smiling. World Smile Day was started by Harvey Ball in 1999, yes, that is the same guy that invented Smiley Face in 1963.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny thing with smiles. They can be sincere, fake, polite, weak, strong, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the quote above, makes me wonder about the many people that use smiles just like that. Just like it's used in the quote.&lt;br /&gt;People leave the lights on in their house to let others know they're home - even if they aren't home. A sort of protection against intruders.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, do you do the same? Do you leave the lights on when you're not home? Do you smile when you have no reason to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be world smile day, but is it a day for all kinds of smiles?&lt;br /&gt;Probably. On one hand a fake smile is a sad thing, on the other hand, smiles are heart warming. Who knows, you might brighten up somebody's day with the light in your windows, even if you aren't home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35570766-108907032759130733?l=silverdrizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/108907032759130733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35570766&amp;postID=108907032759130733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/108907032759130733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35570766/posts/default/108907032759130733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdrizzle.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-of-smiles.html' title='Day of smiles'/><author><name>Silver Drizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08412530589906955428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
