The Hundred-Year-Old Man

A/N: Light spoiler alert. 


It can be hard to pick a favourite book. Is it the book that makes you laugh until your sides ache, or the book that makes you cry until snot is streaming down your face?

Is it the book full of nostalgia that reminds you of your childhood , or is it the book that taught you something so vital that it changed your entire perspective of life?

There are thousands of different reasons that a book can be considered great, and the Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared is (in my subjective opinion) a great book.

It´s the book I recommend to family, friends, and strangers. Especially if they want something funny to read. Continue reading “The Hundred-Year-Old Man”

The Fashion of Monsters


Okay. Fashion. We can’t really avoid it. We can’t avoid the trends that go through society before they finally die out, only to be brought back to life later – fashion, as it turns out, is very Frankenstein.

The most obvious example is, of course, clothes, but even outside the world of designers and haute couture, we find that “fashion” or popular trends exist in everything. Hobbies. Ideologies. Even mythical creatures.

It’s the latter which this essay will focus on.

Some creatures are seemingly doomed to forever be second best. Unknown to most and with very little focus on them. Creatures like banshees, gargoyles, and harpies. It’s not that we haven’t heard about them, but how many of us can honestly name a movie or a book that revolve around one of them? The closest thing might be The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but even then, the gargoyles play only a secular role.

Other creatures, however, are given their time in the limelight. They have movies and television shows revolving around them, comics and books are written with them as the main focus, and everybody knows them. They are fashionable. They are in.

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“The Monster I Am” Aka “Pineapples on Pizza”


I’m crazy.

Let’s just start with getting that one out of the way.

I – Am – Crazy.

Nuts. Weird. An oddball. There’s just something wrong with me.

You see…

I like pineapples on pizza.

I know. Horrible, isn’t it? It’s one of those things where I know that it’s wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I mean, some people like necrophilia. Other people fuck farm animals. And I… I like pineapples on pizza.

Forgive me.

It’s just so delicious. The juiciness and the freshness of the pineapple that keeps the meat and white bread from becoming cloying. It’s the perfect condiment. I can just feel myself starting to drool as I write this post.

I suppose I could stop myself from eating it. Just because I can’t control my liking it, doesn’t mean I can’t control my actually eating it. There are countless of recovering alcoholics out there, and if they can do it, surely, I can as well.

I just don’t want to.

Perhaps I’m weak.

Perhaps I should be ashamed.

And perhaps… perhaps it’s just some freaking pineapple on a freaking pizza?

So… why care?

Let the people have their pineapples.

We’re not forcing you to eat it.

That’s step two.

Santa Clarita Diet – The Dark Comedy

A/N: Spoiler Alert


Let me start out by saying that I don’t get horror.

Why would you pay someone to scare you? Why spend your (more or less) hard-earned pay-check to be utterly disgusted by what’s in front of you?

If you’re like me, you might even close your eyes, and now you’re effectively paying money for looking at the inside of your own eyelid. Crazy, right? I don’t care for blood. I don’t care for gore. I don’t care for cannibalism, or being grossed out, or men and women being made into a human centipede. Ugh.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I know that a lot of people adore horror. Otherwise, the statement on Stephen King’s bank account would have looked a lot different. Horror just isn’t for me. At least not when it’s found on the screen.

And yet I love Santa Clarita Diet. Why? I mean it’s got blood, it’s got gore, it’s got cannibalism. Hell, it’s even got a severed, talking head.

So why do I love it?

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Witch Burn

“Let’s celebrate that we don’t burn women anymore.”

“Sure. How should we do that?”

“Let’s burn a woman.”

“What?! No! That’s a horrible way.”

“Oh. Okay. Then let’s burn a doll.”


A/N: Another odd, Danish tradition. 

Writing Goals


I tried a chapter,

And I quickly gave up.

So I went for a page

… still couldn’t back it up.

 

Perhaps a paragraph

Is the way to go?

I quickly discover

That the answer is no.

 

But a single sentence.

Success! (if but small).

And a little is far more

Than nothing at all.