Honestly, sometimes it feels good to use Facebook for evil rather than good. 


 

Hillary’s itinerary in Copenhagen:

23:00 Land at Cph airport. Undo belt before the stewardesses tell you to. Airport security my ass.
08:00 Locate baggage. Argh, it’s the one with the pink panties tied around it. (Very funny, Bill.)
09:00 Harbour tour! Act interested. Check iphone subtly.
10:30 Meet the Queen. Pet dogs and the prince consort.
12:00 Lunch with Villy Søvndal. Keep Convo to a minimum.
13:00 Speech to the young people. Try to pronounce “Rødglød med fløde” (Will make them laugh)
14:00 First beer at Distortion. Listen to House music from the back of a bicycle. Seem  uninterested but moderately entertained.
14:30 Sixth beer. Connect with young people. (Pee.)
16:55 Speech time. Find speech from Lithuania. Replace “Vilnius” with “Copenhagen” and “Lithuanians” with “Danes.” 
17:00 Give heartfelt speech about Denmark and the Danes.
19:00 Buy ticket to the “Demon” in Tivoli.
21.45 Get through queue and actually ride the “Demon” in Tivoli.
23:00 Shots and “baby bites”.
06:00 Off to Norway. Find speech, replace “Copenhagen” with “Oslo” etcetera.  

(Source: heltnormalt.dk)

I’ve been told that maybe-future-employers tend to stalk prospective employees on the internet. So, I made sure my Facebook profile was somewhat private, although I doubt anything on there is particularly offensive. Except that pic of me dressed as Madonna anno “the kiss with Britney”. (I may be kissing said Britney.)

Anyway, did a quick google search of myself, just in case. And, oh lord. Besides the relatively mundane linkedin profile and a video of me participating in a bicycle event in Budapest it’s all pretty harmless.

Until! My old Myspace profile showed up. Me at 17 or so being an absolute moron, for anyone to see. Goddammit internet. 

Writing “Because I’d be fucking fabulous at the job, that’s why” is such a tempting sentence to put into a cover letter. 

Instead, it turns into a mediocre wank about my “abilities” and “enthusiasm”, which God help whoever reads it, sounds like a load of twat.



 

Hillary Clinton and Villy Søvndal (DK’s Foreign Minister) having a bit of a giggle. God love this woman.

Not all fun and games though, she was on official business in Denmark. However, I don’t think asking us how high we can leap when the US says “jump” could have taken up too much of her time.
 

Smiling Victorians.

lefthandtricks

iconoclassic:

cocotazo: nevver: The Fridge

I hope to God I never come across that word again. 

Little Brother bought some new shades - I asked if they were a brand or a find. He answered:

“Just an awesome find at 150kroner, but if they were a brand, they’d be called ‘Johnny’”.