Happy Holidays to everyone who celebrates, and Happy Days to those of you who doesn't

I'M GOING TO SEE QUEEN+ADAM LAMBERT WHEN THEY COME TO DENMARK!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *flails and falls over dead*

So my grandma, or the closets thing I've had to one on my mum's side of the family, died the 1st of August. It sucks, it hurts, it breaks my heart and I hate it. She had been quite ill in the last couple of years, and her mind was starting to slip due to senile dementia. She was 86, and would have turned 87 on the 24th if September. Rest In Peace Moster Sonja.

And I just learned that one of my idols, Mr Robin Williams is dead. I've adored that man since I was a little ankle biter, watching 'Mrs Doubtfire', not understanding a word, but finding him funny as hell. You are Free, Geenie, Rest In Peace, Mr Williams, and thank you for the laughter.

I'm sick of this. I'm clocking out for a while, World, so fuck you. Fuck this shit with loosing my favourite people, fuck this shit with being tired and sad.... Fuck this shit. FUCK!!!

So normally I keep my nationality somewhat quiet outside my dreamwidth/LJ(I've mentioned it other places I'm sure, but I cannot grab a link or anything), and it is because the Danish culture can be a little, ok a LOT, weird.

We have a rally twisted sense of humour(just let Humon show you: This)No really, as a nation our humour is either twisted, dark and/or gritty or we're making fun of everything.... But often in a twisted and dark way.... Or sometimes it's just really stupid, campy and the best thing ever. Danes have pretty much been making fun of everything for a very long time, and it fits with the fact that we're a small(-ish some would argue, but there's what maybe 6 million people living in the ENTIRE COUNTRY! There are US cities with higher body counts than that - and they may just take up about the same amount of landmass) country filled with pessimists and nay-sayers. Yes, we the people that has been called the Happiest People on Earth(WTAELF? *looks around* are you sure you visited the real Denmark? The Scandinavian, European one???), are a bunch of pessimists. But then when we're asked how happy we are, and we look bad and examine our current situation, we realise that things did not go as bad as we expected and we're currently rather happy about that. That's my theory, and almost everybody I've asked about this 'Happiest People' agree with me.

I honestly cannot remember when the Danish style of making fun of everything, and breaking boundaries while doing it, got us into the international spotlight as a people, but I think when the world really caught on to how little is sacred in Denmark was when the controversial Muhammad drawings were first published. I know that they offended a lot of Muslims, and they were really racist while also breaking a holy Sacred Law about drawing Muhammad's face or.... something. No really, that '... Something' is how a lot of Danes felt after the international furore hit us. Caricatures and Parodies are deeply imbedded in Danish culture and heritage, and we poke fun at... Well, everything. From our politicians regularly getting drawn as stupidly, silly caricatures, our mocking of the Queen's New Year Speech(but dis her as a non-Dane, and we will hunt you down and destroy you!), to laughing at something like: (CLIPS ARE IN DANISH!
This
Or this little pearl

If you think the guy from the first clip looked more than a little familiar to you, you may have enjoy some of his better known international works such as: James Bond - Casino Royal, Hannibal, The Hunt, A Royal Affair and The Three Musketeers. It's the one and only: Mads Mikkelsen (Humon again... Seriously go read her works, she's funny and really original).and the second is a clip from a sort of cabaret show mixed with satire and caricatures called Cirkus Revyen(this particular clip is from the 2012 version) that is one of the oldest running satire/caricature/comedy/cabaret style shows, and there is a new version each year held at our beloved, oldest amusement park called Bakken. Denmark has a bit of a racist reputation around the world, mostly because we elect stupid politicians and do stupid things like make Muhammad drawings, so one could rightly fear that Revyen is just one long racist, patriotic Danish Wank Fest, which is, sadly, very understandable, but more often than not the only people really made fun of in this show is... Well, ourselves. Sure there is sometimes some really, really stupid, racist sketches in thee show, they're often the parts that are forgotten first.

And all this was just so I could make you all understand why I often feel like I should just shut up about being Danish(and to the first one to post a pastry joke about the so called 'danish' - I hunt you down, remove your eyeballs with a dull, wooden, teaspoon spork, and then I will rip you intestines out through your nose and use them to string you up with, naked, covered in honey over a pit of angry fire ants, ok? :D) or sometimes even apologise for the stupid shit we do, and elect to power.

BUT I just found this article about 3 and I was like "YES!"(maybe waking my neighbours up, sorry R&R). This article just makes me want to walk around in red and white, humming 'Sommer, Sommer go Sol'(it was the summer craze song through most of my childhood as I cannot remember a summer without hearing it.) and just be proud of being a Dane, descendants of Vikings.

Read This!

A self styled PUA(Pick-Up 'Artist') came to Denmark, hoping to write a 'riveting' guide to Denmark, but more importantly her women and more specifically virgins. Instead he finds a country whose women for the most part are very secure with who they are, and they do not need some 'Alpha Don Juan' to sweep them of their feet. We are of Viking descend, we can handle ourselves. And while he eventually(on his last night) manages to get laid(with a nervous 18 year old virgin(poor girl)), unlike his other 'literary works' he ends up writing a book about, get this, not getting to bang Danish women, and he ends up calling it 'Don't Bang Denmark'. He calls us a bunch of unfeminine, androgynous robotic women with no femininity, and 'concludes' that the typical fetching Nordic lady doesn’t need a man because we have the government to cover our asses if things go to hell. Or did he ever might consider that he is simply that repulsive to any woman with a functioning brain? Not just to the Nordic women, but to women everywhere? These so called PUA's make me sick. They are a bunch of misogynistic, repulsive, materialistic, unattractive, disgusting wastes of air, and I really believe that the gene pool deserves to be protected from these sleezebags.

Now that the rant is over...
*GLOMP!*

Huggles
Kira

So..... I'm going back to school. This is the first place I've admitted it, but I need to share it with somebody. Come September I start school to become a Social Worker, and I cannot wait. But I'm also terrified. What if I fail again? I really want this education, but I'm terrified of failing.

I just needed to share my angst a bit. I'm telling my family this weekend, and I know they'll support me. I just hope I don't disappoint them.

I might also be slightly drunk while writing this.

Since when did I live in the freaking tropics?? I know it's May and spring and shit, but bloody hell. It's 19:50 and the temp is 20.3°C(68.4°F). I know that compared to other places it's not really that high, but come on! I live in Denmark, we're lucky if temperature rounds 20°C in the actual freaking summer!!!

I feel like I am going to melt. I'm not saying to completely turn of the heat, but could someone please just turn it down? I'm Scandinavian for crying out loud, we're not meant for this sort of heat.





..... I am such a whiner

I just spent 30 minutes on the phone with my father. 30 freaking minutes!

We didn't even discuss anything important, just 30 minutes of small talk. My mother is usually the one I chit-chat with, while my father and I usually just share a good beer and watch a movie. When I talk with my father, we say a lot of things without really saying anything. I am most definitely a daddy's girl. I love my mum, she is awesome and everything, but my dad is the one I usually go to for comfort. He's a quiet, calm, slightly pacifistic man, and he is my rock. He is the one I go to when everything seems too much, when the world threatens to overwhelm me.

This started out as a 'WTF!?! I just spent 30 minutes chit-chatting with my dad!' and ended up as a Ode to My Father.

I'm such a dork.

When other little girls wanted to be princesses, I kinda wanted to be Indianna Jones XD

I totally blame my dad, he raised me on Harrison Ford and Sean Connery films. I can actually trace most of my geekish neediness back to my father, but my mother isn't guiltless. My mum loves British Crime Shows, and since I was a bright little bugger who started reading rather early, I started watching them with her when I was rather young. I have a Christmas Tradition with my parents where we sit down one afternoon, make cinnamon waffles with almonds(my mum's recipe, super yummy.... Great now I'm hungry*pouts*) and we watch the old 'Murder on The Orient Express'. We've done this for as long as I can remember. So I blame my dad for my love for sci-fi and action films, and I blame my mum for my addiction to Crime/Mystery/Thriller shows and films. I blame them, and I thank them.

I will freely admit to hating most newer comedy films, I find them stupid and absolutely pointless, and I hate wasting my time on them. But I still love many different films and shows from many different genres, and I like to think I'm rather well rounded in my cinematic education.

Oh Dear Mahal, I'm such a geek! But you cannot change a tiger's stripes, and I like being a geek.

MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY! MOVING DAY!

I finally get my own apartment and today is MOVING DAY!

I freaking LOVE Kink Memes!!!

I can't seem to stay away from them, and I'm now lurking on*counts* seven different ones. I'm laughing, crying, giggling like a loon, breaking my own heart to itsy-bitsy pieces, and fanning myself like 'holy hell!'

I am most certainly going to a Very Special Hell in my own little Bobsled of Kink™ and I will be smiling all the way X3