Thank you Endre, its nice to be back. Familiar faces from familiar places, kind of family number two, which, at this still relatively seasonal time of the year, goes down a treat. Sorry to hear about your anxiety. How's life with you?
Woo-hoo, agent ;-) How are things, how was Christmas, how's your cute little bird?

Things are alright. I think. I feel like I am starting to lose my mind a little, but that happens like 300 times a year. Feeling optimistic, though :-)
Christmas was good. I was given a pack of two half-pound peanut butter cups. I had no idea that those existed.
Bumberluppins refuses to remove his Christmas decorations.

Other than today things have been pretty good over the Holidays. Weather has turned rather vicious and it sounds like it may stay that way for a while. We'll get through it though, always do. :-)

'Feeling optimistic' leads to good things - I'm pleased to see it, and the smiley, too ;-)

Peanut butter cups sound niiiice. Are they like those orange and yellow packaged ones (sorry, can't recall the name). Whenever I eat those I feel like I'm converting to some kind of hedonistic but oh so enjoyable new way of life and its hard to stop.

And good for Bumberluppins - I'm going to hang on to my snow until the real thing arrives, and then hang on to it some more.

Hey our mighty Viking Warrior, you've been missed! I hope you were hunting and plundering, and not sitting on your bum getting fat. ;-P

The trembling city has been quiet, we mostly have strong northern winds these days.


Don't think I've seen any with screw caps here, all the ones I know and drink come in corked bottles, and they're quite sturdy too, hence the cut. ;-)


Very sweet of you, Agent ; I fear that Morpheus is blind and deaf, and probably doesn't like me - wonder what he thinks I did to him. ;-P

How have you been doing lately? I hope much better than the previous days.


Ah, don't think I'd do that, simply because I don't know how to do it without making a big mess out of everything and wasting the wine in the process. :-)

I probably sound a bit weird in the head, but I'd really like some vicious weather. Things vary here between Hm? and Oh? with very little else. A bit of drama is what I want, something to make me feel invigorated and alive (sticking my tongue in a plug socket is out, by the way).

I hope you have a strategy to get through the anxious times when they come, aside from talking to the folks here, who are bound to rally like they've done for me and others in the past. We're among seriously good people, in my exceedingly humble opinion.

Why couldn't I know you lot when I was a kid and going crazy with anger and insecurity?!

There's nothing worse than an adolescent Viking with an axe to grind (literally!) ;-)

But you're right, we'll get through it, we always do :-)

That's because you live in a proper wine drinking country. Over here most people still hardly know what it is. Admittedly I don't know much about wine myself either...

Yeah. Reese's is the name. This is what the half-pound cup looks like. Serving size = 1/6 of that behemoth.

I'm glad you are keeping the snow. It is comforting. :-)
My cold came and went in only 5 days. Feelin' much better now.

Something you might find amusing - a relative likes a certain series of audiobooks.
Since I mentioned that he could get them online for two-third the price of his usual vendor, he has since enlisted me to be his purchaser. So I'm doing that, nothing special occurring, and then I read a plot synopsis for the 10th item in the series - one where the heroes end up having to deal with post-apocalyptic Vikings.
Needless to say, you came to mind rather quickly. =)

Whoa, that is a monster. I feel like Roy Scheider in Jaws when he's slinging chum into the ocean and the shark sticks its head up out of a flat calm and grins its ten foot grin. He takes some slow, dazed steps back into the cabin and tells Quint in a numbed voice, "You're gonna need a bigger boat..." I mean, how do you eat it? What's the strategy? It looks like it would fight back...

That's it, Reece's. Compared to 'The Behemoth' they're like chocolate buttons.

Ever seen a Viking who's been charmed by an unexpectedly nice remark? We're talking opposites here, almost as extreme as King Kong in a tutu. Vikings are warriors who live for battle and copious quantities of barbecued meat washed down with gallons of ale and followed by deep slumber populated my dreams of victory and accompanied by volcanic flatulence and the kind of belches that can rot tree bark at fifty paces. But this one's sitting here feeling all warm and cuddly.

Dammit, snap out of it, man!! Think of your forebears!!!

Hahaha. I have no idea how to eat it. I am still afraid to try. I almost just want to frame it and put it on my wall.

I think the strategy is just... hold it like a hamburger and dive in?

Think of yourself as a renaissance Viking. You can maintain pleasant conversation in between killing things with sharp objects. ;)

You'd better wear your WW2 helmet ;-)