In which we delve into the pyschological repercussions of events from a past life.

My name was Wendy Halftrousers. I was a burly man and spoke in coarse words. Once in a fit of anger I rolled a friar into a gulch and belched an entire weeks rations after him. Garbed in only Melvins Plaid Suit of Intoxication I single handedly caused the collapse of the nation Texicus, lost to history until now. Inadvertently I invented the idea of Chuck Norris whilst churning butter from a stone. I had been known to cleave a man in twain without spilling a drop of mead from my flagon. As a hobby I practiced the fine and dark arts of vivisection. All of this and it still didn't stop everyone from laughing about the fact my name was Wendy Halftrousers.

He has a hairpiece and he's only 5' 10"

So I don't normally take customers off the street. Well, what I mean is that the general public usually can't afford me. So when I got an email from a real estate agent asking if I could shoot a head shot for her, I had second thoughts. Anyway, I decided to give her a price (a few hundred bucks, quick and simple) and she said OK. Her next email informed me that her only concern was that she was 6' 6" tall and she didn't want the pictures to be looking up at her. "No worries about your height" I told her. "I have a very tall ladder. :-)"

So this morning she showed up and my first thought was that she had to be a man. She had a slim to medium build and long blonde hair. I kept looking for an Adam's apple, but if she/he had one, I couldn't tell. She was actually quite nice and loved the pictures I took of her. She had one of those names, like Deana, that could have been changed from a man's name with one simple letter. Oh, and some or all of this may be true, or maybe it isn't, or maybe just one small part is a lie. I'll leave it up to you to decide.

I'm glad this blog has been brought back from the dead! I'll try to post something a bit more strange like I used to when I get some motivation.

Mmmmm Mackerel in a Squeezable tube!

Liver Postei

One thing I cannot stand is liver or liver Pâté. My mom used to try and cook liver for us as kids, liver and onions that is. It was thee grossest thing ever. Anyway, people seem to love Liver Pâté in Norway but it's called Liver Postei. The most famous brand here has a picture of this cute Norwegian kid on the packaging making the stuff look innocent. But it's not. Oh and Mackerel Pâté is popular too, and OMFG you should see and smell this stuff. Es horrible.