Peg Bundy Is Busy

karinmollberg (Mollberg is a C.M. Bellman quote)

Monday Morning Blues
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O(h) De(ar)...
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The barman at gave me a green felt pen from a set in all colours placed in a water jug and asked me to "write an ode", though it meant "a (pop, clearly) song" as he explained in perfect English.


For this purpose, to serve as my paper, he gave me the French receipt from la Place de Clocher in St Emilion where evidently, I had a glass of wine for 3.000,- just yesterday, the day after my mother died (15 March 1989) which was in fact the price for a bottle of Angelus 2009 as I read it out to him from the wine list he had placed on the plastic table and in such a troglodyte place, too.

"We have inflation" he said in his soft-sounding Portuguese that, to my surprise, I could understand completely. So I chewed on his green felt pen for a moment *I still have to pack all of my luggage before the ship leaves port, my cabin is in a mess and the staff are waiting* a housemouse-on-Anais´-houseboat-thought that came to my mind immediately followed by: "Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."


My ring was gleaming in the golden morning sun on my hand scribbling those words in bold letters *maybe, he´ll let this pass* in the faint hope, the bespectacled barman with his weak chest showing behind a white shirt, wouldn´t notice I was cheating but he just snatched up the receipt with a small but audible sigh and went over to the next blonde who had to pay her Monaco by writing an essay and was protesting loudly, I kid you not.

I woke up to the kids screaming at each other next door and went downstairs to have my coffee.


Chasing Sheep!
Hans Islanders may be in deep need of help, just like Marjorie. They may even secretely wish for enlightenment (BIO) But I say, there is nothing like man´s best friend:

(Cats have to think about it. We are not asking this of the sheep.) Thank you haggispatrol for the light in the dark!

As everybody knows, the . behind the words of a title is a so-called Markenzeichen of the well-known advertising agency where once upon a time anything I thought up & wrote was by nature of my situation, one might say, declared Geistiges Eigentum of the beforementioned enterprise . Gotta keep an eye on detail in marketing, especially when it comes to copyright issues. Tumbleweeds tumble on TV. Squeak, squeak!

Marjorie Is Dead.
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What, if, you woke up one morning all in black with an emo haircut? I met someone this had happened to the other night.

He mentioned Yussuf K. (I believe it was) a guy he seems to know personally, five times within five minutes and sentences. I had had an argument with this longhaired Cro Magnon (who knows everything) I happen to know personally. One might even say, I was in an argumentative, yet somehow darkish say-no-more mood.
My mouth moved: "Max Brod" in robot response to Emo Guy who said: "Max Who?"
Things like: "Bother, I could be Your Mother, Brother", and as an inner monologue: "you know, black is not a colour as a Hole well-known Vulvanic Grrrl band who only were around shortly after you were born but still before you ever heard of Black Hole Sun sung in honour of the singer´s gratuituous blonde bimbo lover who had the graciousness to blow his ego arsehole head up" popped up in mine.
Because I´m a Bore. (Blondes often are.)
But Emo Guy really needs to meet M.
They have so many things in common, original opening lines, for instance ("so, do you know Shakespeare, hm?"). It was the end of the world on a light summer night and I felt fined. Ken, another water-combed gutless Barbiedoll kept popping up and down in my head because when he joined Kraftwerk the hole model bisnis went down but what can one do butt sit back and wait for Bardot?

I sighed,
I felt a bit tired, then. I went home to sleep in the cave of M. Cro Magnon. On Sigmund´s (clic-clac) sofa.

Then we went to deposit the Short People at MIL´s only to find La Philosophie dans le Boudoir (with an undecipherable dedication) among the books on the bedside table. As M. Cro Magnon remarked on the topic of her recently painting her high-heel toenails orange and texting someone at cooking: "I´m not sure I support this".

Jansson´s Temptation
Peg Bundy Is Busy
In doubt,
inbetween a bad old dream or ditto swedish potato dish, I think, maybe it´s best to have something to eat first.
Then, the unavoidable horror picture.

tx_cronopio just posted on the topic of so, to counter the vast and dangerous influence from the overheated South or even Far East (what with exotic spices like ginger and marsala) here´s A Classic from the Far North for you.

Unfortunately, unless you are a native Scandinavian living a Viking Land, this will have to include going to a world-famous swedish interior decoration company to buy a tin or more for the approx. value of 20 Kronas at their foods department, where you can also have tasteless hot dog or try this dish readymade and frozen for more moneys, if not inclined to cooking yourself as a hot hobby. I´d say, have someone do it for you!:

Important notices:

This is a simple (if I can do it, anyone can) Cucina Povera dish.
Foreign kids love it. Such as the French, who do need Food Education.
It costs almost nothing but it does take up quite a bit of your precious time:
approx. 1h 40 min.

1. Do not boil those potatoes! At all.
(If you insist on doing so, all they´ll do, is turn black on you)

2. Add no spices, not even sugar, salt or pepper!
(The wiki article that says to do this, is for unrefined barbarians, only)


what you will have to buy, steal or borrow to feed 2 very hungry or 4 medium fed-up p. is:

10 small or 7-8 big or medium sized potatoes

2-4 onions, depending on size and shape; (normal, yellow ones are perfect)

A 500 ml bottle of liquid cream

1 tin of "Skarpsill" (Sprattus sprattus),
(formerly known as "Anchovis" in Viking Land, spiced a very swedish way; both sweet and salty)

Put the oven on 180°C (or up to 200°C just to heat it up) in good time since this takes forever and a day, though the longer it takes, the better it gets.

Cut raw potatoes into chips (Strippus strappus)

Cut onions into thin slices

Spread one layer of chips (Strippus strappus) in a form
(no butter or oil needed, but possible by all means, if your BMI really says, you are way too thin)

Spread one layer of onion slices on top of those Strippus strappus

Spread one layer of anchovis/skarpsill slices (the spratti are the only spices in a classic versio)

Repeat (= one more layer of potatoes, onions & slippery little fishies)

1 last layer of potato chips (Strippus strappus) on top

Grill Dry Phase One
approx. 40 min. at 180°C:

Shove the form into the oven for 20 min.

Take it out to have a good, close look at it and turn it around in case your oven is small, old and for magical reasons, heats things one-sidedly, mostly

Shove the form back into the oven for another 20 min.

Does it all now look slightly grilled already?
Smell kinda funny?
(if not, grill a while more, til it bristles audibly)

Proceed to Grill With Liquid Phase Two,
approx. Ih at 180°C:

Spread A Little = 1/3 of liquid cream allover the stuff and shove it back into oven for 20 min.

Repeat as above! (Turn around, if necessary, to grill both neck and bum evenly)

(if you try to shorten the process in any way, for instance by pouring out all that liquid cream at once, you destroy the whole idea of nekkid temptation itself in swedish chulture and will be duly punished and pogromed by a tasteless dish, somewhat, but not quite long enough; later)

After 40 min.;
Spread the fish sauce overall as sole spice

Spread the rest of the liquid cream overall

Grill for another last approx. 20 min.
til those Strippus strappus chips look well tanned yet short of skin cancer on top

Serve with fresh salad, tomatoes, cucumber and most importantly:
cold beer or fresh milk
(the latter, if you are of the scandinavian conviction only and do not suffer from an acute lactose allergy)

Should you not eat it all at once, it´s even better late at night or next day after a party with much swedish snaps and/or vodka
Please note:
The condescending tone is a vital part of swedish chulture, too, as has not often enough been discussed in international forums
Swedes will tell you how to use milk on the package:
"milk tastes good in coffee, with hot chocolate, you can even put it into your tea or have cereals with cold or hot milk products" etc.
always with illustrations for those many immigrants with a learning impairment, such as myself, for instance
(see Lou Reed´s doctorate explanation of his personal Fear of Sweden on my user´s info.
Reed´s speech is spot on, so to speak)


It finally has to be said:
I am a stern enemy of the idea of breadcrumbs anywhere near this dish.
Obviously, a dangerous, foreign influence (to be as widely ignored as possible).

L´Aspirateur or Peg Bag Porn
Peg Bundy Is Busy
I was at Darty´s, the cheap chinese product-mongers to buy myself a Hoover that is not a Hoover because I am not prepared to buy a Hoover at approximately 300,- eurones so I propose to encourage the ongoing global economic crisis by choosing a Proline product made in God only knows where, probably the Angkor Wat cellars by dirty kids hands, for only 30,- eurones, thereby destroying several european and U.S. enterprises and undermining both their marketplaces by evil illoyalty led on by the tempting promises of the world´s largest still ongoing communist enterprise. That´s german syntax for you but just you wait:

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Still A Fan
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Monday Morning Song
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That record was one of my fav. back when I DJed in that infamous rockers´ club.

Sunday Evesong
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an archy Autocrat Requiem
Three Apes
i met a toad
the other day by the name
of warty bliggens
he was sitting under
a toadstool
feeling contented
he explained that when the cosmos
was created
that toadstool was especially
planned for his personal
shelter from sun and rain
thought out and prepared
for him

do not tell me
said warty bliggens
that there is not a purpose
in the universe
the thought is blasphemy
a little more
conversation revealed
that warty bliggens
considers himself to be
the center of the same
the earth exists
to grow toadstools for him
to sit under
the sun to give him light
by day and the moon
and wheeling constellations
to make beautiful
the night for the sake of
warty bliggens

to what act of yours
do you impute
this interest on the part
of the creator
of the universe
i asked him
why is it that you
are so greatly favored

ask rather
said warty bliggens
what the universe
has done to deserve me
if i were a
human being i would
not laugh
too complacently
at poor warty bliggens
for similar
have only too often
lodged in the crinkles
of the human cerebrum


"Man is a marvellous toad."
Who said it? Win a free trip from Egypt to Germany:

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