Swimsuits Galore

Swimming´s governing body FINA just announced that the hyper-modern polyurethane and other super-material swisuits are banned from swimming competitions. Jadajadajada! I would be OK if they ban having a propeller stuck up the swimmer´s arses, but making so much fuzz abut the swimsuit materials is soooo boring.

So good bye artificial shark skin and sking-tight plastics! The new rules include a statement that "Scientists" will define what "textile" or "fabric" means. So now we need scientists to define all that? Let's check Wikipedia... "A textile is a flexible material consisting of a network of natural or artificial fibres often referred to as thread or yarn. Yarn is produced by spinning raw wool fibres, linen, cotton, or other material on a spinning wheel to produce long strands.^[1] Textiles are formed by weaving, knitting, crocheting, knotting, or pressing fibres together (felt)."

Well, that did not hurt much, did it? So it´s the "network of fibres" that counts, I´d say.

This gives me a golden opportunity to start crocheting luvely olympic swimsuits by hand. Adding cute flower decorations and intricate patterns will make them unique, and entertaining for the audience as well!

Swim with Moi! --->

One could go 50's - very elegant, not too revealing but giving a clear statement and adoring the physique....

Or Marvel - nothing beats clean cut Spiderman Trunks!

Or Victorian - safe and sound!

But best would naturally be:
Go Marilyn!

Pussy Galore, then again, is a Bond Girl.
She never appeared in a swimsuit.
Or naked, to that matter.

But with a gun.





Mooses says: Skinnydipping is IN! Guns are OUT!

Happy Halloween, and Merry Christmas...

Last night the dead arouse, it was Halloween in America. Back home it was the Day of the Saints. Being a pagan, Mooses believes in old religion and hails the turn of the yearly wheel.

Christmas is coming? No it is "joulu", which comes from a Nordic word for the wheel "hjul". It marks the moment of winter solstice on the 21st of December. Yes, that´s the moment when the day starts getting longer again - victory from the darkness, you say. A moment of celebration! And a start of another round of the wheel.

<--- Jack'o'Lantern



And then the Christians took it and made it into some sort of a birthday. Sorry, Mooses's father was born on New Year´s Eve, just before midnight. And Mooses was born on the Spring Equinox, just before the noon. Call that a coincidence. If you count back 9 months from the Spring Equinox, you come to Summer Solstice. the biggest pagan celebration in the Nordic Countries. Funny, eh?

But where was I? Ah, the pumpkins.

The carved pumpkin lit with a candle is a European symbol of mind and spirit. It originates from Celtic believes and Irish folklore. Kinda spooky to see them made in China out of plastic with led lights inside today. But so did go the good´ol Goat of the Yearly Wheel down the drain with CocaCola and Hohoho.

The price of oil has dropped 50% during the last month and a half. The price of a pumpkin has gone up 50% the last month and a half. And Islanders are sipping MaiTai's on their tropical island.

World is not fair!

Moose says: Pumpkin seeds are good for prostata.

The Crows Are Back!

For the almost two years I have been living at my place now, there has been a group of crows on the trees in front of my windows. A lot of them, like 20 or so. But this summer they vanished and I lost this great view of mine. I missed the black creatures and was wondering where the hell are they?

Tippi Hedren & the Raven, not a Crow --->

Last weekend they came back - with their offspring, apparently. There´s again this silly knocking on my roof when the birds are exploring the grill, insulation plates, terrace furniture and the succulent plants growing between the stones. And they do it well - found yesterday half of the plants uprooted, some of them on the edge of the outer walls and even stones being lifted up to the edges. And they overnight in the trees in front of my windows. Think about leafless trees, filled with black birds on a winter frost morning... COOL!

Crows are considered to be a bad omen? They are not. They are clever and very handsome birds with gorgeous looks. Welcome back, my darlings!

Alfred - you should have shot the film on my roof with Crows instead!

Icelandanders have left the Island!

For several years, the Icelanders have been collecting money from innocent non-Icelanders into their banking system. Successfully, very successfully. We stupid main-landers have been pumping money onto their little island for a long time, investing into never-ending earthly resources for aluminium, bananas, health spa´s and enjoying the cod from the fresh arctic waters.

<--- A Blue Lagoon without Brooke Shields - Iceland, that is

And meanwhile, what have the mean Islanders been doing? INVESTING! Giving us a mere 5.25% of interest is nothing compared to the interest Haiti has given them. Good for you!

So during all these years, 313,376 pieces of Seal Eating Islanders have had their plan - buy Haiti and get off that miserable, cold, unstable piece-of-shit island of theirs. Stop sucking money from Denmark and fighting about the waters with Norway and UK. And they succeeded! And Europe pays for it! Thank You Commonwealth - your grannies live nicely on porridge, don´t they?

Haitians have been packed into large ships and forced to leave their homes. Icelanders are the new White Rulers! The previous island of Iceland is for the Haitians to develop their skills in seal-eating and spa culture. Islanders love their new, tropical surroundings to the max - them all been pre-trained at the Blue Lagoon already, and they know how to grow bananas. Shere Bliss!

Mooses says: So long, and thanks for all the cash!