I have received lots of great and interesting comments on my last entry. I have replied to all of you trough my comments section. I like to thank you all for sharing with me, your views and opinions. Even if not all of them came in my spirit, I equally appreciate all of them. Everyones opinion matters just as much and it's good to get it out trough words. Nothing negative with that.
Since there have been so much political ramble lately, on my site here and everywhere else. I thought that I should talk about my miniature collection in this entry. I could write a million things about miniature. Things you wouldn't guess. Give you great links and nice pictures of decorative figurines. Maybe some of that old fashioned female sweetness that irritates, but you still want your mother to possess.
There was a lot of talk about the military in my last comments section. I guess I come from a family of honey sucking hippies. My brother is a sweet tart, much sweeter than me. I guess some would call him a "girl", others would call him "mature". If I should call him anything it would be "smart". My brother never went to the military of course, not because he is a "girl" (he's not gay either), but because he simply wouldn't fit to it. He's not a fighter, not like me. It's one of those things I really like about him.
My dad is more of a man of the old school. He went to the military because they told him to he said. It was lots of games and fun he claims and to me that just sounds strange. I feel that my dad is more for the easy things in life. Often I argue with him about political issues, but usually he ends up agreeing with me. That's just not good for me, because I'm a person that loves to argue with people that dont agree with me. I tend to love the fight. He's not interested in politics, my dad. He loves food, football, manly handywork, women (in that way that he always defends them in a naive superman type of spirit). Dad is man any female could twirl around the finger. He has a boyish character. If there's cake my dad will be there. He doesn't like to talk much though, he's a man of action, not ideas. He gets easily mad, but it doesn't last for long. My dad is a teddybear. I dont think he would mind me saying that. Teddybears are okay. His mother is the same type.
My old grandad on my mothers side came back from the second world war and my grandmom once said that she wish he never came back. I guess his head didn't work the same way anymore. I never really liked him. Nobody cried in his funeral. My grandmum was a sweet tart just like my brother.
My mother is someone people often fear, from the distance. She likes to talk and she does it well. She likes to cry and she does it a lot. My strongest opinions have been influenced by my mum... My mum is a homely type of woman, that let her political views run trough the kitchen bench food, homemade flower decorations, a New Age type of Jesus and motherhood. It's a warm thing and I respects it as much as I feel I cannot live without it.
This other day I looked at drawings done by me and my brother, when we were little. One drawing done by me showed an alien looking head and mum had written on it; "First face drawing done by Kristina". I should scan it for you and let you see, it is an alien. You know one of those strange creatures that people draw after they say they had a UFO experience. Many of my brothers drawings were of men with guns. My brother was a gun lover as many other boys are, when he were little. My mum didn't like that and she used to buy him some dolls to break the gender structure, I would wear blue clothes as a baby now and then. Me and my brother watched Star Trek with all that fancy warfare, so of course there was a mixed influence on our characters. I think it was a good thing, we were not just pulled in one direction. Today my brother is more of a housewife really, in my personality I guess I am too, in many ways.
The other day I saw Mad Max 2 on TV. I have seen all of them before. I'm a big fan of these movies and I can see them over and over again. My favorite is Mad Max - Beyond Thunderdome. Mel Gibson looks better in the first movie though, where he is younger and doesn't have long hair. Mel Gibson is great in leather in Mad Max. The Max guy that he plays used to be one of my dream men. Well, I guess he still is. Tina Turner as Aunty Entity was brilliant I think. Also her "We Don't Need Another Hero" song to the movie is a favorite of mine.
That whole Thunderdome idea is pretty cool; you know that place where they fight like animals and only one can get out alive. It is described as place where the fighters are flying around on rubbery straps inside a sort of gigantic overturned colander with bloodthirsty spectators clinging to the outside. Of course it's very out-of-date, but I guess something like that could work today, just as it worked in the past. Maybe Bush and Hussein could work it out in a thing like that together. They could broadcast it live on TV. Only one could come out alive. Wouldn't that be fancy? I guess it could solve at lot, no cities in ruins or hurt civilians, no need for military. We could all make love and live out in the wild. I guess I should have been a politician after all or maybe I have seen too many movies to fit to something like that. As my mum said; You are not only good with words. Usually I think she's right.
It's ironic in these days, to watch this movie which is a futuristic action movie that illustrates how the world could look like after wars and natural disasters. The brick of time. The oil is suddenly a part of human survival and another good reason to hate your neighbour.
When it comes to miniature figurines. I'm a sucker for Harmony Kingdom, usually I just look at pictures of them. So expensive. Favorites are the frogs and toads, because I've always liked those animals for some reason. I think it has to do with that extremely sentimental frog story I heard when I were little. About this little frog that got killed. Lets not talk about that. Sea horses are very cute beings. I had a dry sea horse that I bought in Denmark once. Later on I found out that they killed them just to sell them as artifacts, I think I trew it then. Felt I had been stupid.
I filled out a few Diaryland surveys, because I like to fill out things. One of them are called Happiness, another one Truth No Dare. I filled out others too.
I have seen someone burn the Norwegian flag (here in Norway). Flag burning is okay with me, but in my idea it would be better if they could throw on some steaks on the grilling matter. What type of flag it would be is less important. I think I would prefer some good food and soda to go with those rebellious feelings. I think my dad would agree. In the backyard would be great. I would assume that rebelliousness sometimes would seem more intellectual, in the privacy of your own home. Suddenly I'm really hungry.
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