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Had a very long day today, saw fjords and other places of unimaginable (almost) beauty but I am brain dead so about it later.

For now: BASARA!!!!!!

I had through volume 6 and finished those on the train. I confess through volume 3 I was rather disgruntled. Is this what the fuss is about? I didnæt like the art style, I mildly liked Sarasa and Ageha and wanted to drown everyone else, Shuri included, which considering he is the male protagonist, is a problem.

But somehow, with volume 4 it all clicked for me and now I love it and want to get more. I still find the artwork rather rough, and wish the story had less fighting and beards. BUT. It's interesting, a lot, and I love Shuri as a character (though would want to stay far away from him) and Sarasa and the two of them together and can't wait until they find out the truth. Yeah, I got proper meta later.

Also, spoiled self for ending of Dog/Wolf and yay. YAY. Awesome. alexandral, you will love it.
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Had a very long day today, saw fjords and other places of unimaginable (almost) beauty but I am brain dead so about it later.

For now: BASARA!!!!!!

I had through volume 6 and finished those on the train. I confess through volume 3 I was rather disgruntled. Is this what the fuss is about? I didnæt like the art style, I mildly liked Sarasa and Ageha and wanted to drown everyone else, Shuri included, which considering he is the male protagonist, is a problem.

But somehow, with volume 4 it all clicked for me and now I love it and want to get more. I still find the artwork rather rough, and wish the story had less fighting and beards. BUT. It's interesting, a lot, and I love Shuri as a character (though would want to stay far away from him) and Sarasa and the two of them together and can't wait until they find out the truth. Yeah, I got proper meta later.

Also, spoiled self for ending of Dog/Wolf and yay. YAY. Awesome. alexandral, you will love it.
dangermousie: (Default)
Had a very long day today, saw fjords and other places of unimaginable (almost) beauty but I am brain dead so about it later.

For now: BASARA!!!!!!

I had through volume 6 and finished those on the train. I confess through volume 3 I was rather disgruntled. Is this what the fuss is about? I didnæt like the art style, I mildly liked Sarasa and Ageha and wanted to drown everyone else, Shuri included, which considering he is the male protagonist, is a problem.

But somehow, with volume 4 it all clicked for me and now I love it and want to get more. I still find the artwork rather rough, and wish the story had less fighting and beards. BUT. It's interesting, a lot, and I love Shuri as a character (though would want to stay far away from him) and Sarasa and the two of them together and can't wait until they find out the truth. Yeah, I got proper meta later.

Also, spoiled self for ending of Dog/Wolf and yay. YAY. Awesome. alexandral, you will love it.
dangermousie: (BSG: Helo/Athena by lyssie)
We had a very soggy day today, complete with hail. Booooooo!

On the plus side, in between of getting soaked, we saw a Royal Palace (on a separate island). Very ornate, a lot of battle paintings and portraits of men in grey wigs smiling at women with double chins. Everyone seemed to have been named Carl Gustav or Gustav Carl. I wonder how they kept each other straight.

Andrew wouldn't let me take some of the furniture home. The most random decoration, however, were busts of Caesars in the atrium in the second floor. The idea was a good on, but the execusion somewhat flawed, as largely the Caesars picked were famous and good ones: Augustus. Marcus Aurelius, Hadrian...Nero. Yeah, I am very confused how Nero ended up there. Did the sculptor have a sale? Was it the only one left? Was this 'v nagruzku,' was the other option Caligula? Bizarre.

The palace was home to bored guards and tour+guides, a few English and German speaking tourists, and busloads and busloads of Japanese. There were two separate groups, doing two different tours simulatenously, and their tour guide packed them into rooms so tightly, one recieved an almost bewildering impression of a clown car when the room would empty. After all the Japanese dramas I've seen, it was actually soothing to hear Japanese after a sea of Swedish, not that I actually understood much more. (Seriously, dramas gave me a bizarre sensitivity to the languages in question: on the flight to Stockholm from Copenhagen, there were a bunch of Koreans and the language felt bizarrely familiar. Of course, there was also a Chinese sports team on that same flight. All of them (of both genders) quite cute. Not to mention that had to be the most physically fit flight I've been on :P)

We also saw an 18th century theater, complete with same decorations and set+pieces. Quite amusingly, there was a separate part for nobility and commoners. The commoners' part was with unpainted walls and separated by a curtain as the noble theater goers shouldn't be forced to gaze on those icky hoi polloi.

The boat dock (we took a boat back and forth from the island) was right near the building they hand out the Nobel prizes in, so I took a photo as it is the closest either of us is likely to come to a Nobel prize.

On the way back to the hotel, we stopped by a huge huge manga~scifi bookstore in Gamla Stan. I went a litle bit mad as it was so incredibly stocked and largely in English. It had books I can only get on order back home, but here they were on the shelf. I got volumes 2 through 6 of Basara, Tam Lin by Pamela Dean, a Charles De Lint nov and Kushiel's Dart. Btw, does anyone know anything about mangas: Far from Here (I think. It is about a girl transported to a magic place), Princess Resurrection and manhwa Your Lover (based on the life of Appolinaire no less). They looked interesting.

But yeah, there are tons of comics book stores here, odd.

Anyway, we are having a blast.
dangermousie: (BSG: Helo/Athena by lyssie)
We had a very soggy day today, complete with hail. Booooooo!

On the plus side, in between of getting soaked, we saw a Royal Palace (on a separate island). Very ornate, a lot of battle paintings and portraits of men in grey wigs smiling at women with double chins. Everyone seemed to have been named Carl Gustav or Gustav Carl. I wonder how they kept each other straight.

Andrew wouldn't let me take some of the furniture home. The most random decoration, however, were busts of Caesars in the atrium in the second floor. The idea was a good on, but the execusion somewhat flawed, as largely the Caesars picked were famous and good ones: Augustus. Marcus Aurelius, Hadrian...Nero. Yeah, I am very confused how Nero ended up there. Did the sculptor have a sale? Was it the only one left? Was this 'v nagruzku,' was the other option Caligula? Bizarre.

The palace was home to bored guards and tour+guides, a few English and German speaking tourists, and busloads and busloads of Japanese. There were two separate groups, doing two different tours simulatenously, and their tour guide packed them into rooms so tightly, one recieved an almost bewildering impression of a clown car when the room would empty. After all the Japanese dramas I've seen, it was actually soothing to hear Japanese after a sea of Swedish, not that I actually understood much more. (Seriously, dramas gave me a bizarre sensitivity to the languages in question: on the flight to Stockholm from Copenhagen, there were a bunch of Koreans and the language felt bizarrely familiar. Of course, there was also a Chinese sports team on that same flight. All of them (of both genders) quite cute. Not to mention that had to be the most physically fit flight I've been on :P)

We also saw an 18th century theater, complete with same decorations and set+pieces. Quite amusingly, there was a separate part for nobility and commoners. The commoners' part was with unpainted walls and separated by a curtain as the noble theater goers shouldn't be forced to gaze on those icky hoi polloi.

The boat dock (we took a boat back and forth from the island) was right near the building they hand out the Nobel prizes in, so I took a photo as it is the closest either of us is likely to come to a Nobel prize.

On the way back to the hotel, we stopped by a huge huge manga~scifi bookstore in Gamla Stan. I went a litle bit mad as it was so incredibly stocked and largely in English. It had books I can only get on order back home, but here they were on the shelf. I got volumes 2 through 6 of Basara, Tam Lin by Pamela Dean, a Charles De Lint nov and Kushiel's Dart. Btw, does anyone know anything about mangas: Far from Here (I think. It is about a girl transported to a magic place), Princess Resurrection and manhwa Your Lover (based on the life of Appolinaire no less). They looked interesting.

But yeah, there are tons of comics book stores here, odd.

Anyway, we are having a blast.
dangermousie: (BSG: Helo/Athena by lyssie)
We had a very soggy day today, complete with hail. Booooooo!

On the plus side, in between of getting soaked, we saw a Royal Palace (on a separate island). Very ornate, a lot of battle paintings and portraits of men in grey wigs smiling at women with double chins. Everyone seemed to have been named Carl Gustav or Gustav Carl. I wonder how they kept each other straight.

Andrew wouldn't let me take some of the furniture home. The most random decoration, however, were busts of Caesars in the atrium in the second floor. The idea was a good on, but the execusion somewhat flawed, as largely the Caesars picked were famous and good ones: Augustus. Marcus Aurelius, Hadrian...Nero. Yeah, I am very confused how Nero ended up there. Did the sculptor have a sale? Was it the only one left? Was this 'v nagruzku,' was the other option Caligula? Bizarre.

The palace was home to bored guards and tour+guides, a few English and German speaking tourists, and busloads and busloads of Japanese. There were two separate groups, doing two different tours simulatenously, and their tour guide packed them into rooms so tightly, one recieved an almost bewildering impression of a clown car when the room would empty. After all the Japanese dramas I've seen, it was actually soothing to hear Japanese after a sea of Swedish, not that I actually understood much more. (Seriously, dramas gave me a bizarre sensitivity to the languages in question: on the flight to Stockholm from Copenhagen, there were a bunch of Koreans and the language felt bizarrely familiar. Of course, there was also a Chinese sports team on that same flight. All of them (of both genders) quite cute. Not to mention that had to be the most physically fit flight I've been on :P)

We also saw an 18th century theater, complete with same decorations and set+pieces. Quite amusingly, there was a separate part for nobility and commoners. The commoners' part was with unpainted walls and separated by a curtain as the noble theater goers shouldn't be forced to gaze on those icky hoi polloi.

The boat dock (we took a boat back and forth from the island) was right near the building they hand out the Nobel prizes in, so I took a photo as it is the closest either of us is likely to come to a Nobel prize.

On the way back to the hotel, we stopped by a huge huge manga~scifi bookstore in Gamla Stan. I went a litle bit mad as it was so incredibly stocked and largely in English. It had books I can only get on order back home, but here they were on the shelf. I got volumes 2 through 6 of Basara, Tam Lin by Pamela Dean, a Charles De Lint nov and Kushiel's Dart. Btw, does anyone know anything about mangas: Far from Here (I think. It is about a girl transported to a magic place), Princess Resurrection and manhwa Your Lover (based on the life of Appolinaire no less). They looked interesting.

But yeah, there are tons of comics book stores here, odd.

Anyway, we are having a blast.
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I have sort of developed a Stockholm Syndrome: no one kidnapped us or anything, but I am absolutely in love with the city. It's one of the most beautiful places I have seen: channels with fast running water everywhere, intersected by bridges, and little islands chock full of deliciously decorated houses: painted, decorated, and with fanciful stonework.

Our hotel is in Gamla Stan, the oldest part of town (and yet another island): Gamla Stan is home to narrow medieval streets, a palace of Karl XII (of Poltava fame, a clearly a better builder than a fighter), various squares, konditerei (seriously, whoever invented that many ways to do a dessert has my undying love), coffee shops, stores, and ice-cream parlors.

Happiness for a twelve year old. Or me. One of the most amusing things are two buildings, quite near to each other: one is 'Lady Hamilton' restaurant and another is...'Lord Nelson hotel' complete with a wooden statue of a legless armless Nelson. I am unsure why the Swedish would want to name a hotel after a guy who was the enemy of the former boss of Swedenäs then-king, but maybe it's their desire to avenge themselves that got these above two buildings not too near each other. Not letting even this Nelson have fun :)

Lots of things are closed on Monday so we wandered around town, saw a Royal church (can you say OVERDONE) and ended up in a truly bizarre place: a little island home to hundreds of imported historical buildings from all over Sweden: 19th century farmhouses, 18th century belfries, and God knows what else, iincluding which looked like, I swear, Baba Yaga's hut, complete with chicken legs. The highlight of that visit was my very adult chasing after various chicken wandering in the yard as some representative chicken or similar.

The food is also yummy, though expensive. Ma and Pa, I had a pike dish, with potatoes. Very very Russian, actually (even more so than the various wooden houses in the museum).

Last but not least, our hotel. Heeeeee. Because we were last to check in last night, they said they only had one room. A suite, actually. In the basement. On the minus side, it had no windows and the furniture looked like left+overs from IKEA, but on the bright side, this was the first and only time we ever stayed in a room with our own conference table. This whole thing was labeled as 'conference room 1-3' and had, in addition to the bedroom: hallways with carpet,kitchen, living room with armchairs and what not, two bathrooms, and separate sinks, shower, sauna, and as I said, a huge long conference room, complete with arm chairs, projector and board.

I had nightmares that conferencers tried to break in :) Happily they switched us to a human+sized, prettier, above ground room today. We are clearly not cut out to be rich.

We are in Stockholm tomorrow and 'day after,' and then on 'day after,' in the evening are flying to Oslo.

P.S. Sorry for not responding to anyone, as computer time is pretty limited. Will do when get home...
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I have sort of developed a Stockholm Syndrome: no one kidnapped us or anything, but I am absolutely in love with the city. It's one of the most beautiful places I have seen: channels with fast running water everywhere, intersected by bridges, and little islands chock full of deliciously decorated houses: painted, decorated, and with fanciful stonework.

Our hotel is in Gamla Stan, the oldest part of town (and yet another island): Gamla Stan is home to narrow medieval streets, a palace of Karl XII (of Poltava fame, a clearly a better builder than a fighter), various squares, konditerei (seriously, whoever invented that many ways to do a dessert has my undying love), coffee shops, stores, and ice-cream parlors.

Happiness for a twelve year old. Or me. One of the most amusing things are two buildings, quite near to each other: one is 'Lady Hamilton' restaurant and another is...'Lord Nelson hotel' complete with a wooden statue of a legless armless Nelson. I am unsure why the Swedish would want to name a hotel after a guy who was the enemy of the former boss of Swedenäs then-king, but maybe it's their desire to avenge themselves that got these above two buildings not too near each other. Not letting even this Nelson have fun :)

Lots of things are closed on Monday so we wandered around town, saw a Royal church (can you say OVERDONE) and ended up in a truly bizarre place: a little island home to hundreds of imported historical buildings from all over Sweden: 19th century farmhouses, 18th century belfries, and God knows what else, iincluding which looked like, I swear, Baba Yaga's hut, complete with chicken legs. The highlight of that visit was my very adult chasing after various chicken wandering in the yard as some representative chicken or similar.

The food is also yummy, though expensive. Ma and Pa, I had a pike dish, with potatoes. Very very Russian, actually (even more so than the various wooden houses in the museum).

Last but not least, our hotel. Heeeeee. Because we were last to check in last night, they said they only had one room. A suite, actually. In the basement. On the minus side, it had no windows and the furniture looked like left+overs from IKEA, but on the bright side, this was the first and only time we ever stayed in a room with our own conference table. This whole thing was labeled as 'conference room 1-3' and had, in addition to the bedroom: hallways with carpet,kitchen, living room with armchairs and what not, two bathrooms, and separate sinks, shower, sauna, and as I said, a huge long conference room, complete with arm chairs, projector and board.

I had nightmares that conferencers tried to break in :) Happily they switched us to a human+sized, prettier, above ground room today. We are clearly not cut out to be rich.

We are in Stockholm tomorrow and 'day after,' and then on 'day after,' in the evening are flying to Oslo.

P.S. Sorry for not responding to anyone, as computer time is pretty limited. Will do when get home...
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I have sort of developed a Stockholm Syndrome: no one kidnapped us or anything, but I am absolutely in love with the city. It's one of the most beautiful places I have seen: channels with fast running water everywhere, intersected by bridges, and little islands chock full of deliciously decorated houses: painted, decorated, and with fanciful stonework.

Our hotel is in Gamla Stan, the oldest part of town (and yet another island): Gamla Stan is home to narrow medieval streets, a palace of Karl XII (of Poltava fame, a clearly a better builder than a fighter), various squares, konditerei (seriously, whoever invented that many ways to do a dessert has my undying love), coffee shops, stores, and ice-cream parlors.

Happiness for a twelve year old. Or me. One of the most amusing things are two buildings, quite near to each other: one is 'Lady Hamilton' restaurant and another is...'Lord Nelson hotel' complete with a wooden statue of a legless armless Nelson. I am unsure why the Swedish would want to name a hotel after a guy who was the enemy of the former boss of Swedenäs then-king, but maybe it's their desire to avenge themselves that got these above two buildings not too near each other. Not letting even this Nelson have fun :)

Lots of things are closed on Monday so we wandered around town, saw a Royal church (can you say OVERDONE) and ended up in a truly bizarre place: a little island home to hundreds of imported historical buildings from all over Sweden: 19th century farmhouses, 18th century belfries, and God knows what else, iincluding which looked like, I swear, Baba Yaga's hut, complete with chicken legs. The highlight of that visit was my very adult chasing after various chicken wandering in the yard as some representative chicken or similar.

The food is also yummy, though expensive. Ma and Pa, I had a pike dish, with potatoes. Very very Russian, actually (even more so than the various wooden houses in the museum).

Last but not least, our hotel. Heeeeee. Because we were last to check in last night, they said they only had one room. A suite, actually. In the basement. On the minus side, it had no windows and the furniture looked like left+overs from IKEA, but on the bright side, this was the first and only time we ever stayed in a room with our own conference table. This whole thing was labeled as 'conference room 1-3' and had, in addition to the bedroom: hallways with carpet,kitchen, living room with armchairs and what not, two bathrooms, and separate sinks, shower, sauna, and as I said, a huge long conference room, complete with arm chairs, projector and board.

I had nightmares that conferencers tried to break in :) Happily they switched us to a human+sized, prettier, above ground room today. We are clearly not cut out to be rich.

We are in Stockholm tomorrow and 'day after,' and then on 'day after,' in the evening are flying to Oslo.

P.S. Sorry for not responding to anyone, as computer time is pretty limited. Will do when get home...
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Had an absolutely lovely day in Copenhagen...

The main impression is of the grey sky, warm spotches of color from houses, and water, water everywhere.

It's a little Amsterdam, a little Rejkavik, and a little like the pictures I have seen of St. Petersburg. Basically, it seems I am suffering from an incurable need to compare every new place I have seen to everything else.

Being me, I took about million pictures, and will duly showcase them, but for quick now, the highlights included climbing an awesome round tower to the very top...with no steps, just a ramp. In addition to us and other touristy+looking people, the top of the tower was witness to a middle+aged balding gentleman in pants, jacket and...a pair of shiny, black, laquered fetish boots. For ladies. In huge heels and with lacy ties. My metaphorical hat is off to him for climbing all that way, especially since the only way I could even walk down from the tower was backwards, because I had heels on and the slant was much too big to be comfy. I am sure I looked like a total dork, holding Andrew by the hand and striding backwards, but since I don't know anyone in Copenhagen, I didn't care. Not that I would anyway, probably.

We also saw Royal Palaces (awesome), hippy+druggy commune of Christiania (last time I saw that many unkempt people and grafitti was on the trains running through Queens in the Dinkins years), crown jewels (SHINY) and best of all, a bunch of re+enactors of bomardment of Copenhagen by the British. It was a little surreal to see all the supposedly dastardly British' soldiers speaking in Danish. (not to mention taking photos and getting into cars).

We also went to the Tivoli amusement gardens, full of fakely+Chinese stuff and some not+fakely+hairrising rides. I got my money's worth out of them in adrenaline and screams, except that I admit being rained on while spinning high above the city, seated next to a tow+headed ten year old who tried to speak to you in Danish )at which you smile and nod and hope he didnät just tell you that there are boogers on your sweater) is certainly an experience I did not have before.

Anyhoo, we are back in Stockholm and will be here for a few days.

And this is from my Lovely Spouse....:

Addenda to dangermousie's account of the day:
1. Trousers on noted transvestite were either applied with spray paint or a primer coat of rubber cement
2. Actually, the tower had a ramp which ran only most of the way up--the rest were stairs. At the very top of the ramp, there was a very frustrated looking gentleman in a wheelchair, who kept running his chair again and again into the bottommost stair. A most lamentable sight.
3. Very surprisingly, there were no perceptable signs or smells of any illegal substances in said secessionist hippie commune. Not sure whether I was disappointed--or relieved not to have explaining to do to security personnel in the airport later.
4. Royal palace--well, the bigger one of the two we visited--very nice, save for one room with some odd tapestries. Also, they made you wear overshoe booties so as to not scuff the floor. Sort of like something out of an emergency room, without the facemask or the rest of the scrubs.
5. Dangermousie generally disappointed that all Danes dress the same way I do.
6. Danes share about 75% of the Icelandic passion for hot dogs, and there is also a fair amount of English everywhere which can't be explained solely by presence of tourists.

--Colonel K (dangermousie: Ok, this is a really random dangermouse reference. Heeeeeeee)
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Had an absolutely lovely day in Copenhagen...

The main impression is of the grey sky, warm spotches of color from houses, and water, water everywhere.

It's a little Amsterdam, a little Rejkavik, and a little like the pictures I have seen of St. Petersburg. Basically, it seems I am suffering from an incurable need to compare every new place I have seen to everything else.

Being me, I took about million pictures, and will duly showcase them, but for quick now, the highlights included climbing an awesome round tower to the very top...with no steps, just a ramp. In addition to us and other touristy+looking people, the top of the tower was witness to a middle+aged balding gentleman in pants, jacket and...a pair of shiny, black, laquered fetish boots. For ladies. In huge heels and with lacy ties. My metaphorical hat is off to him for climbing all that way, especially since the only way I could even walk down from the tower was backwards, because I had heels on and the slant was much too big to be comfy. I am sure I looked like a total dork, holding Andrew by the hand and striding backwards, but since I don't know anyone in Copenhagen, I didn't care. Not that I would anyway, probably.

We also saw Royal Palaces (awesome), hippy+druggy commune of Christiania (last time I saw that many unkempt people and grafitti was on the trains running through Queens in the Dinkins years), crown jewels (SHINY) and best of all, a bunch of re+enactors of bomardment of Copenhagen by the British. It was a little surreal to see all the supposedly dastardly British' soldiers speaking in Danish. (not to mention taking photos and getting into cars).

We also went to the Tivoli amusement gardens, full of fakely+Chinese stuff and some not+fakely+hairrising rides. I got my money's worth out of them in adrenaline and screams, except that I admit being rained on while spinning high above the city, seated next to a tow+headed ten year old who tried to speak to you in Danish )at which you smile and nod and hope he didnät just tell you that there are boogers on your sweater) is certainly an experience I did not have before.

Anyhoo, we are back in Stockholm and will be here for a few days.

And this is from my Lovely Spouse....:

Addenda to dangermousie's account of the day:
1. Trousers on noted transvestite were either applied with spray paint or a primer coat of rubber cement
2. Actually, the tower had a ramp which ran only most of the way up--the rest were stairs. At the very top of the ramp, there was a very frustrated looking gentleman in a wheelchair, who kept running his chair again and again into the bottommost stair. A most lamentable sight.
3. Very surprisingly, there were no perceptable signs or smells of any illegal substances in said secessionist hippie commune. Not sure whether I was disappointed--or relieved not to have explaining to do to security personnel in the airport later.
4. Royal palace--well, the bigger one of the two we visited--very nice, save for one room with some odd tapestries. Also, they made you wear overshoe booties so as to not scuff the floor. Sort of like something out of an emergency room, without the facemask or the rest of the scrubs.
5. Dangermousie generally disappointed that all Danes dress the same way I do.
6. Danes share about 75% of the Icelandic passion for hot dogs, and there is also a fair amount of English everywhere which can't be explained solely by presence of tourists.

--Colonel K (dangermousie: Ok, this is a really random dangermouse reference. Heeeeeeee)
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Had an absolutely lovely day in Copenhagen...

The main impression is of the grey sky, warm spotches of color from houses, and water, water everywhere.

It's a little Amsterdam, a little Rejkavik, and a little like the pictures I have seen of St. Petersburg. Basically, it seems I am suffering from an incurable need to compare every new place I have seen to everything else.

Being me, I took about million pictures, and will duly showcase them, but for quick now, the highlights included climbing an awesome round tower to the very top...with no steps, just a ramp. In addition to us and other touristy+looking people, the top of the tower was witness to a middle+aged balding gentleman in pants, jacket and...a pair of shiny, black, laquered fetish boots. For ladies. In huge heels and with lacy ties. My metaphorical hat is off to him for climbing all that way, especially since the only way I could even walk down from the tower was backwards, because I had heels on and the slant was much too big to be comfy. I am sure I looked like a total dork, holding Andrew by the hand and striding backwards, but since I don't know anyone in Copenhagen, I didn't care. Not that I would anyway, probably.

We also saw Royal Palaces (awesome), hippy+druggy commune of Christiania (last time I saw that many unkempt people and grafitti was on the trains running through Queens in the Dinkins years), crown jewels (SHINY) and best of all, a bunch of re+enactors of bomardment of Copenhagen by the British. It was a little surreal to see all the supposedly dastardly British' soldiers speaking in Danish. (not to mention taking photos and getting into cars).

We also went to the Tivoli amusement gardens, full of fakely+Chinese stuff and some not+fakely+hairrising rides. I got my money's worth out of them in adrenaline and screams, except that I admit being rained on while spinning high above the city, seated next to a tow+headed ten year old who tried to speak to you in Danish )at which you smile and nod and hope he didnät just tell you that there are boogers on your sweater) is certainly an experience I did not have before.

Anyhoo, we are back in Stockholm and will be here for a few days.

And this is from my Lovely Spouse....:

Addenda to dangermousie's account of the day:
1. Trousers on noted transvestite were either applied with spray paint or a primer coat of rubber cement
2. Actually, the tower had a ramp which ran only most of the way up--the rest were stairs. At the very top of the ramp, there was a very frustrated looking gentleman in a wheelchair, who kept running his chair again and again into the bottommost stair. A most lamentable sight.
3. Very surprisingly, there were no perceptable signs or smells of any illegal substances in said secessionist hippie commune. Not sure whether I was disappointed--or relieved not to have explaining to do to security personnel in the airport later.
4. Royal palace--well, the bigger one of the two we visited--very nice, save for one room with some odd tapestries. Also, they made you wear overshoe booties so as to not scuff the floor. Sort of like something out of an emergency room, without the facemask or the rest of the scrubs.
5. Dangermousie generally disappointed that all Danes dress the same way I do.
6. Danes share about 75% of the Icelandic passion for hot dogs, and there is also a fair amount of English everywhere which can't be explained solely by presence of tourists.

--Colonel K (dangermousie: Ok, this is a really random dangermouse reference. Heeeeeeee)
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Yup, still alive, even though we have been travelling for almost 20 hours now (weird connections). That's alright, if I wasnät awake before tranfer in Frankfurt, I am now, as it was designed to wake anyone up and also give them ulcers as a bonus. I think the Germans are trying to revenge themselves on the whole world for some hideous slights through their airport (in which they surely succeeded). Or maybe the designer was possessed by Satan. Probably both. Either way, if I wanted to punish someone, I'd send them through there.

Also, on the flight to Frankfurt (which was the basement of a bargain+basement's flight's basement), I confess I have never yet flown in a plane where the paint was peeling in the bathroom. Well...as long as the plane didn't fall apart in midair, I suppose. Probably held together only by the amount of people they crammed in forming some sort of an adhesive+cohesive body.

Stockholm airport is very nice and full of chocolate. Soon we will be in Denmark, where I will continue my scientifically+praiseworthy effort to sample and compare all the chocolate in Scandinavia.

I confess my language center is all messed up as I am speaking to Mr. Mousie in english, reading a Russian book and hearing German and Swedish around me. Soon Iäll be able to speak in tongues.

p.s. Mr. Mousie points out that my chocolate exploration of Scandiavia suffers from a setbackas we are not going to Finland.
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Yup, still alive, even though we have been travelling for almost 20 hours now (weird connections). That's alright, if I wasnät awake before tranfer in Frankfurt, I am now, as it was designed to wake anyone up and also give them ulcers as a bonus. I think the Germans are trying to revenge themselves on the whole world for some hideous slights through their airport (in which they surely succeeded). Or maybe the designer was possessed by Satan. Probably both. Either way, if I wanted to punish someone, I'd send them through there.

Also, on the flight to Frankfurt (which was the basement of a bargain+basement's flight's basement), I confess I have never yet flown in a plane where the paint was peeling in the bathroom. Well...as long as the plane didn't fall apart in midair, I suppose. Probably held together only by the amount of people they crammed in forming some sort of an adhesive+cohesive body.

Stockholm airport is very nice and full of chocolate. Soon we will be in Denmark, where I will continue my scientifically+praiseworthy effort to sample and compare all the chocolate in Scandinavia.

I confess my language center is all messed up as I am speaking to Mr. Mousie in english, reading a Russian book and hearing German and Swedish around me. Soon Iäll be able to speak in tongues.

p.s. Mr. Mousie points out that my chocolate exploration of Scandiavia suffers from a setbackas we are not going to Finland.
dangermousie: (Default)
Yup, still alive, even though we have been travelling for almost 20 hours now (weird connections). That's alright, if I wasnät awake before tranfer in Frankfurt, I am now, as it was designed to wake anyone up and also give them ulcers as a bonus. I think the Germans are trying to revenge themselves on the whole world for some hideous slights through their airport (in which they surely succeeded). Or maybe the designer was possessed by Satan. Probably both. Either way, if I wanted to punish someone, I'd send them through there.

Also, on the flight to Frankfurt (which was the basement of a bargain+basement's flight's basement), I confess I have never yet flown in a plane where the paint was peeling in the bathroom. Well...as long as the plane didn't fall apart in midair, I suppose. Probably held together only by the amount of people they crammed in forming some sort of an adhesive+cohesive body.

Stockholm airport is very nice and full of chocolate. Soon we will be in Denmark, where I will continue my scientifically+praiseworthy effort to sample and compare all the chocolate in Scandinavia.

I confess my language center is all messed up as I am speaking to Mr. Mousie in english, reading a Russian book and hearing German and Swedish around me. Soon Iäll be able to speak in tongues.

p.s. Mr. Mousie points out that my chocolate exploration of Scandiavia suffers from a setbackas we are not going to Finland.
dangermousie: (Dr Who: Rose by miss_strawberry)
I am leaving today to go on vacation to Scandinavia and won't be back until next Sunday. Net time will probably non-existent when I am there, so this is one large catch-all post.

Pretty excited though. Also, since I only have one small backpack (we are going to 17 billion places and lugging suitcases is unappealing), I solved the reading problem by printing out a bunch of books from an on-line library. That way I can throw each page away once I read it :)

So. First topic? The super-awesome Korean drama Time Between Dog and Wolf. I am only on ep 5 but I read spoilers through 14 and OMG. Seriously. Could it get any better? Also, have the makers been reading Lymond or what? Vague spoilers ) He better have a happy ending and get therapy and live happily with JW and have cute kids. Or else. Seriously, all that angst and hurt with no happy ending will be horrible. The poor woobie has suffered enough.

On that note, here is a huge picspam of episode 4, the first one where hurt/comfort really reaches crazy levels: there is cuteness on the beach, and his capture and torture, and rescuing, and a bed scene and...LOVE.



Enter here for the pics )

Hmmm, what else? I know. Bollywood movie. One of the ones I am really looming forward to is Khoya Khoya Chand with Soha Ali Khan and Shiney Ahuja. Not only do I love both of them to bits, but the story, apparently, is set in the Bollywood of the 1950s (!!!!!). It is the story of two talented people. 'There's an actor-director (Shiney Ahuja) who liberates an actress (Soha Ali Khan) from the stranglehold of a powerful actor (Rajat Kapoor), and then begins to use her himself. In the end, he realises the folly of his ways and atones for it.'

I looooove movies about movies, and period flicks are even better. And if it's a love story? JACKPOT. Plus, the trailer looks incredible. Here is the trailer.

Plus, the pics are adorable.



a cornucopia of pics )

Last but not least, watching Bednaya Nastya indirectly reminded me of a book I like but haven't reread in a while. It's one of Dumas' less-known works, The Fencing Master, but it was translated and in print in the USSR because it was about the Decembrist revolt (short summary: a bunch of aristocrat officers revolted on death of Alexander I and demanded reforms. It was suppressed, the leaders were executed, and the rest to Siberia).

Book blather )

ETA: I lied. I have a book rec, too. It's Wuthering High by Cara Lockwood. I don't read YA really often, but this is priceless. It's about a 15 year old Miranda who ends up being sent to delinquent school. Turns out the school is being run by ghosts of famous authors. It's snarky, and funny, and the heroine is adorable, and I like the little lit allusions.
dangermousie: (Dr Who: Rose by miss_strawberry)
I am leaving today to go on vacation to Scandinavia and won't be back until next Sunday. Net time will probably non-existent when I am there, so this is one large catch-all post.

Pretty excited though. Also, since I only have one small backpack (we are going to 17 billion places and lugging suitcases is unappealing), I solved the reading problem by printing out a bunch of books from an on-line library. That way I can throw each page away once I read it :)

So. First topic? The super-awesome Korean drama Time Between Dog and Wolf. I am only on ep 5 but I read spoilers through 14 and OMG. Seriously. Could it get any better? Also, have the makers been reading Lymond or what? Vague spoilers ) He better have a happy ending and get therapy and live happily with JW and have cute kids. Or else. Seriously, all that angst and hurt with no happy ending will be horrible. The poor woobie has suffered enough.

On that note, here is a huge picspam of episode 4, the first one where hurt/comfort really reaches crazy levels: there is cuteness on the beach, and his capture and torture, and rescuing, and a bed scene and...LOVE.



Enter here for the pics )

Hmmm, what else? I know. Bollywood movie. One of the ones I am really looming forward to is Khoya Khoya Chand with Soha Ali Khan and Shiney Ahuja. Not only do I love both of them to bits, but the story, apparently, is set in the Bollywood of the 1950s (!!!!!). It is the story of two talented people. 'There's an actor-director (Shiney Ahuja) who liberates an actress (Soha Ali Khan) from the stranglehold of a powerful actor (Rajat Kapoor), and then begins to use her himself. In the end, he realises the folly of his ways and atones for it.'

I looooove movies about movies, and period flicks are even better. And if it's a love story? JACKPOT. Plus, the trailer looks incredible. Here is the trailer.

Plus, the pics are adorable.



a cornucopia of pics )

Last but not least, watching Bednaya Nastya indirectly reminded me of a book I like but haven't reread in a while. It's one of Dumas' less-known works, The Fencing Master, but it was translated and in print in the USSR because it was about the Decembrist revolt (short summary: a bunch of aristocrat officers revolted on death of Alexander I and demanded reforms. It was suppressed, the leaders were executed, and the rest to Siberia).

Book blather )

ETA: I lied. I have a book rec, too. It's Wuthering High by Cara Lockwood. I don't read YA really often, but this is priceless. It's about a 15 year old Miranda who ends up being sent to delinquent school. Turns out the school is being run by ghosts of famous authors. It's snarky, and funny, and the heroine is adorable, and I like the little lit allusions.
dangermousie: (Dr Who: Rose by miss_strawberry)
I am leaving today to go on vacation to Scandinavia and won't be back until next Sunday. Net time will probably non-existent when I am there, so this is one large catch-all post.

Pretty excited though. Also, since I only have one small backpack (we are going to 17 billion places and lugging suitcases is unappealing), I solved the reading problem by printing out a bunch of books from an on-line library. That way I can throw each page away once I read it :)

So. First topic? The super-awesome Korean drama Time Between Dog and Wolf. I am only on ep 5 but I read spoilers through 14 and OMG. Seriously. Could it get any better? Also, have the makers been reading Lymond or what? Vague spoilers ) He better have a happy ending and get therapy and live happily with JW and have cute kids. Or else. Seriously, all that angst and hurt with no happy ending will be horrible. The poor woobie has suffered enough.

On that note, here is a huge picspam of episode 4, the first one where hurt/comfort really reaches crazy levels: there is cuteness on the beach, and his capture and torture, and rescuing, and a bed scene and...LOVE.



Enter here for the pics )

Hmmm, what else? I know. Bollywood movie. One of the ones I am really looming forward to is Khoya Khoya Chand with Soha Ali Khan and Shiney Ahuja. Not only do I love both of them to bits, but the story, apparently, is set in the Bollywood of the 1950s (!!!!!). It is the story of two talented people. 'There's an actor-director (Shiney Ahuja) who liberates an actress (Soha Ali Khan) from the stranglehold of a powerful actor (Rajat Kapoor), and then begins to use her himself. In the end, he realises the folly of his ways and atones for it.'

I looooove movies about movies, and period flicks are even better. And if it's a love story? JACKPOT. Plus, the trailer looks incredible. Here is the trailer.

Plus, the pics are adorable.



a cornucopia of pics )

Last but not least, watching Bednaya Nastya indirectly reminded me of a book I like but haven't reread in a while. It's one of Dumas' less-known works, The Fencing Master, but it was translated and in print in the USSR because it was about the Decembrist revolt (short summary: a bunch of aristocrat officers revolted on death of Alexander I and demanded reforms. It was suppressed, the leaders were executed, and the rest to Siberia).

Book blather )

ETA: I lied. I have a book rec, too. It's Wuthering High by Cara Lockwood. I don't read YA really often, but this is priceless. It's about a 15 year old Miranda who ends up being sent to delinquent school. Turns out the school is being run by ghosts of famous authors. It's snarky, and funny, and the heroine is adorable, and I like the little lit allusions.
dangermousie: (Kenshin: b&w kiss by roninhonor)
[livejournal.com profile] alexandral (and anyone else who is waiting because of it), apparently the scene of Lee Jun Ki dying in the first five minutes of ep 1 is something that is led to in the extended flashback, but the series jumps from then to continuing after that in ep 7. So he isn't dead. Whether he'll live at the end, I of course have no idea.



Anyway, I am flabbergasted by the hotness. I adored him in My Girl, but physically he wasn't my thing, too girly. I thought he was excellent in The King and the Clown, but yeah, not drooling. But here? *pant*

These are screencaps from soompi, not spoilery unless you consider hotness a spoiler. And speaking of h/c there is a cap that makes me go WHOA.

Pics here )

Help me, someone. Oh God, I now want to write h/c fic involving TbD&W. But then there'd been few other dramas pushing my h/c kinks as much as this one. Also, 'emo brother' better not get the girl. Someone has to kiss and make it all better for LJK's character :)

In other news, apparently, Takki will be in a new drama (a special, ergo short), portraying one half of a young couple who find out their small kid has some jdrama decease and angst ensues.

People on soompi are giddy because apparently his wife is played by his otp from 'Strawberry on Shortcake' which I haven't seen.

But honestly? I don't care if it's about some baby!dying!angst (oh, jdrama, never change), or about him being cute with his OTP.

It's all about this:



Larger version )

I mean, look at him. He is one of the very few Japanese actors who makes me weak at the knees. Oh my. Yoshitsune moved way up on the list of need to finish soon suddenly.

Also, as a girl, the below is making me drool. One thing cuter than a cute guy is cute guy with small child :P

Pic behind cut )

Oh, Asian drama, why are you so good to me?

Also, vacation for September is decided. It won't be Chile/Argentina as driving the Andes is a bit too iffy as we might get stuck because of snow. Instead, we are going to...ta-dum! Scandinavia. Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and possibly Finland. YAY.
dangermousie: (Kenshin: b&w kiss by roninhonor)
[livejournal.com profile] alexandral (and anyone else who is waiting because of it), apparently the scene of Lee Jun Ki dying in the first five minutes of ep 1 is something that is led to in the extended flashback, but the series jumps from then to continuing after that in ep 7. So he isn't dead. Whether he'll live at the end, I of course have no idea.



Anyway, I am flabbergasted by the hotness. I adored him in My Girl, but physically he wasn't my thing, too girly. I thought he was excellent in The King and the Clown, but yeah, not drooling. But here? *pant*

These are screencaps from soompi, not spoilery unless you consider hotness a spoiler. And speaking of h/c there is a cap that makes me go WHOA.

Pics here )

Help me, someone. Oh God, I now want to write h/c fic involving TbD&W. But then there'd been few other dramas pushing my h/c kinks as much as this one. Also, 'emo brother' better not get the girl. Someone has to kiss and make it all better for LJK's character :)

In other news, apparently, Takki will be in a new drama (a special, ergo short), portraying one half of a young couple who find out their small kid has some jdrama decease and angst ensues.

People on soompi are giddy because apparently his wife is played by his otp from 'Strawberry on Shortcake' which I haven't seen.

But honestly? I don't care if it's about some baby!dying!angst (oh, jdrama, never change), or about him being cute with his OTP.

It's all about this:



Larger version )

I mean, look at him. He is one of the very few Japanese actors who makes me weak at the knees. Oh my. Yoshitsune moved way up on the list of need to finish soon suddenly.

Also, as a girl, the below is making me drool. One thing cuter than a cute guy is cute guy with small child :P

Pic behind cut )

Oh, Asian drama, why are you so good to me?

Also, vacation for September is decided. It won't be Chile/Argentina as driving the Andes is a bit too iffy as we might get stuck because of snow. Instead, we are going to...ta-dum! Scandinavia. Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and possibly Finland. YAY.

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