Kitty's Corner

You already know we've been to Tivoli and seen the Christmas exhibition there. But you only saw the fishies. This time I want to show you a bit of the real exhibition.



This street reminded me of my Grandma. She often had Quality Street chocies in her cupboard.


I had churros. I like them, even though they're greasy and horrible. They taste good!


I stood by the warm coals for a little while to warm my hands. I also had a laugh over the little boy, trying to eat his candy floss with dignity.


There are lights and pretty stuff everywhere. We weren't there for long enough for it to be dark enough for these red hearts to light up. Maybe next year.


On our way out we saw these pretty swans. It had begun to get darker at that point. Isn't is just pretty??


I'll let this last sign do the talking for now

It's been a while since I posted "real" pictures on my blog. Today I want to show you some pictures I took in Tivoli the other day. I was so lucky to be able to visit their aquarium, and I enjoyed that experience very much. I happen to like fish!

The pics aren't the best I've ever taken. I find it difficult to photograph through glass, but I hope you get a good impression of my experience anyway.

There was basically one huge fish tank, and three small ones. The huge tank had a gazillion fish in it - and the most impressive ones were the morays. I don't think I've ever seen so big morays before. The most impressive ones was about 3 metres long and curry yellow.



It looks green on that pic,my but it wasn't. It was yellow. Here's a more colour accurate pic of it:



It's a big fish, eh?
They also came in other colours:



On the bottom of the tank were many different corals. I like this one that looked like a brain:



The last pic I'll show you today is from one of the small tanks. I took some pictures of the pretty coral, and all of sudden my eyes caught a glimpse of a seahorse. I <3 seahorses, they're so cute!



That's it! I hope you enjoyed my little tour de fish!


PS. Here's a re-use of a joke I posted in a comment to another blog post today:

Q: What do you call a fish with no eyes?


A: Fsh!

Slacklining.

Originally posted by Wikipedia:

Slacklining is a practice in balance that typically uses 1 inch nylon webbing tensioned between two anchor points. Slacklining is distinct from tightrope walking in that the line is not held rigidly taut (although it is still under some tension); it is instead dynamic, stretching and bouncing like a long and narrow trampoline. The line's tension can be adjusted to suit the user and different types of webbing can be used to achieve a variety of feats. The line itself is flat, due to the nature of webbing, thus keeping the slacker's footing from rolling as would be the case with an ordinary rope. The dynamic nature of the line allows for impressive tricks and stunts.

We bumped into a slacklining event the other day. It was awesome to look at - they were impressively good. I obviously took some photos! Here's a series of a guy who did a flip! :amazed:











And he actually landed on the line, which was amazing. He didn't managed to stay on it though, but still! Wow!

The girls didn't do flips, but practised handstands and other stuff.

Even though it was just a small event with 6 slackliners, it was still cool. I'm so glad we saw this!

The Eurovision Song Contest 2012 will be the 57th annual Eurovision Song Contest. It will be held in Baku, Azerbaijan. The two semi-finals will be held on 22 May and 24 May 2012, and the final on 26 May 2012

It's not my favourite show. Not my favourite music. But that's not what this post is about anyway. No, it's about the lyrics of some of the songs, that are in this year.

Take Austria for instance. Their song is called "Woki Mit Deim Popo", and here's the chorus, translated into English:

Your booty has feelings
Your booty is a part of you
Don’t just leave it on the chair
Your booty has an opinion, yeah
Your booty wants to move
So shake it, shake it, shake it
Your booty wants to move
Let’s go, give it what it needs

Your booty doesn’t get tired
Your booty says something about you
Come on, shake it, it wants to go wild
So the whole house vibrates
Your booty must be ready
So shake it, shake it, shake it
Your booty must be ready,
Let’s go – give it what it needs.



Russia has chosen to send six grandmums to give their contribution. Here's a bit of their lyrics:

And my cat is happy, and my dog is happy!
And my cat is happy, and my dog is happy!
The happiness is overflowing!
Oh joy!

We are singing extremely strongly.
We are dancing soulful, so soulful!
We are singing extremely strongly,
Because we are together!

...

Montenegro is joining the club of weird lyrics:

Euro Neuro don’t be skeptik,
hermetic, pathetic, analfabetic
forget old cosmetic
you need new poetic, estetic
eclectic, dialectic

Euro neuro don’t be dogmatic, beaurocratic,
you need to become pragmatic,
to stop change climatic, automatic
need contribution from the institution
to find solution for polution
to save the children of the evolution

...

Latvia:

And Daddy smiled when gave me my guitar
I do my best, and I'll be so much better
Brightest of the highest and the farthest of the stars

And on that day when Sir Mick Jagger phones me
Tell him, please, that I am very busy
Writing brand new songs with Paul McCartney
So sorry Mick, I'll call you back, someday I'll call you back...

...

Georgia:

I'm a slaker,
Trouble-breaker
Fortune-maker
Care-taker
I'm just a womanizer
Let me be your supervisor

I'm a joker
I'm a rocker
I'm a shocker
I'm a poker
Got no fear, got no tear baby
never, never, never, never, never

I'm a talker
And straight-walker
I'm a broker
Evil-blocker
Got no fear, got no tear baby
Never, never

And that is funny on more than one level, because the singer looks *so* gay! No way he's a womanizer. But he may very well be a manizer!

I've never been a stranger in my own city, but there are still some sights I have yet to explore. Our Saviours Church was one of them. The church is most famous for its corkscrew spire. The spire is topped by a vase-like structure, carrying a gilded globe with a 4-meter-tall figure, carrying a banner. It has an infamous reputation for being the ugliest sculpture in Copenhagen but is intentionally made with exaggerated proportions because it is only meant to be seen from long distances.



Once you get to the top of the Church, there's the tower. The tower has an external winding staircase that can be climbed to the top. I've heard that there should be the most fantastic view over Copenhagen from up there, so we obviously had to go right to the top:



There are 398 stairs on the way to the top, and we saw some very interesting things as we climbed up. We saw a room where they store fallen angels and angel wings...


(Flarin kept going on about Doctor Who, and saying don't shut your eyes - I didn't get the joke to be honest).

We also ran into a warning sign:



The bells didn't ring though. I must admit was slightly disappointed at that, until I actually saw the bells. Fuck, they were big!!



I know it's not a very good pic, but that's the best I could do under those conditions.

After a lot of stairs, we were finally there. We climbed up to the very top, just underneath the big golden ball that you can see on the first pictures. And man, what a view from up there. We had chosen the perfect day for our little expedition, so here's the sight that met us:



And here's a pic of people waiting for us to get down so they could get to the very top. I took this pic so you could get an impression of how high up we really were.



And now for the worst part of the tour: Climbing back down. Most of the staircase, both inside and out, is only wide enough for one person at a time. There's a balcony most of the way round, at the door where you go to the outside to climb the spire, having climbed 2/3rds of the way up on the inside of the Church.These are some of the stairs we faced again on the way back down...



There is a long-lived urban legend which says that the architect who designed and built the tower killed himself by jumping from the top of the spire, when he realised that the spiral was built turning the wrong way - anticlockwise - around. There is not a grain of truth in this myth though, since the architect, Lauritz de Thurah, died in his bed seven years after the spire was completed. There is nothing in the records to indicate that he should have been unhappy with his work in any way. So - myth busted! But the legend still lives on. In fact I heard several people mention it on the way up into the tower.

I really enjoyed this little trip, and will recommend it to anybody who wants to see Copenhagen from the top. It costs 35 DKK (4.70 EUR) per person to get in and up.