Species-spesific immortal etheric substances (or Hippie-talk, Cat-people and soulless dogs)

Sometimes, when I argue with representatives of pseudoscience, it is easier to ask Sir Nerdalot then to google “facts” set forth by the pseudoscientists. You see, Sir Nerdalot is not just a pretty face, he actually knows a lot of stuff! Often useless stuff, but a lot of it. 

Anyways, I yelled downstairs to the Man Cave, where Sir Nerdalot was deeply nerding playing World of Warcraft, with a question about fulvic acid. You see, the pseudoscientists claimed that fulvic acid would radically change the molecular structure in water (alas it would no longer be water), and is good for your health to drink. It can even cure cancer, mind you! (Actually it is something the farmers put in the dirt to improve the quality of the substance in which they grow your lunch-salad) Sir Nerdalot answered my question with “I dunno. I don’t speak hippie. Those people are weird!”

The only reason I told you all that, was to give you the background for my loose use of the word “Hippie”. (It kinda stuck) Now that that’s done, let’s move on.

I would like you to meet the young Norwegian woman, Nano, who believes she is a cat (The video has English subtitles):

What you see in the video is what the Hippies call “Otherkins”, and thus Old Mamasan’s brain took on a life of it’s own – resulting in a rather weird thought-experiment: 

(I apologize in advance!)

Let’s assume that Nano the cat-girl and all the other Hippies and Otherkins are right. Let us suspend logic and disbelief for a minute here.

Let us assume the truth in souls being immortal etheric substances, and that they are species-specific. According to Otherkins – a goats soul should reincarnate in a goat. A cat’s in a cat. A human’s in a human. Sometimes a soul inhabits the body of a diffrent species. Yanno, even souls can make mistakes, apparently. And that is how a cat’s soul inhabits a human body, for instance, and that is how an Otherkin is born.

Let’s carefully reintroduce a little bit of logic. Just a little bit. What happens when a species becomes extinct? What happens to the immortal etheric substances (or souls)? Where do they go? Where are all the dinosaur-souls? Think about it, all the dinosaurs suddenly disappear, after approx. 150 million years of roaming around the world, and their souls have nowhere to go. Are they just lying around waiting for dinasaurs to reappear?? We should be knee-deep in dinosaur souls!

Also, when the population of a species grows, like humanity, and there are not enough available souls to go around, where do the new souls come from? Do they just start to exist, magically appear, just poppin’ their lil’ head out from nowhere? Or, are there humans and animals roaming the planet Earth with no soul? (That would explain alot about my former boss, the Nuclear Bitch-boss from Lower Hell)

Let us suspend logic again and look to religious research for a minute. Dr. Duncan MacDougall found, by weighing patients on their deathbed, that a soul weighs 21 grams (or three-fourths of an ounce). He also found that dogs weigh the same before and after death, and thus have no soul. (But we weren’t talking about dogs, we were talking about cats! Cats clearly have a soul, as one of them took a wrong turn and took abode in Nano’s body.) This was back in 1907, and MacDougall’s finding has since proven to have a higher entertainment value than scientific.

But we have suspended logic, remember? Population Reference Bureau in Washington has estimated that the total number of humans ever to have lived is 108 billion. (Leaving dinosaurs and animals out of the equation.) Christianity does not believe in reincarnation, but rather that your soul goes to one of two places after you kick the bucket; heaven or hell. That means that there are 2 268 000 tons* of human souls divided at the two places. Assuming there is only one of each (i.e. one heaven and one hell), despite the fact that many religious groupings claim to be the ones to occupy heaven, and all others shall go to hell. If we follow this rhetoric, then heaven is empty, because we are all someone’s “others that shall go to hell”.

*108 000 000 000 souls x 21 grams = 2 268 000 000 000 grams / 1000 = 2 268 000 000 kilos / 1000 = 2 268 000 Tons

“Few religions are definite about the size of Heaven, but on the planet Earth the Book of Revelation (ch. XXI, v.16) gives it as a cube 12,000 furlongs on a side.  This is somewhat less than 500,000,000,000,000,000,000 cubic feet.  Even allowing that the Heavenly Host and other essential services take up at least two thirds of this space, this leaves about one million cubic feet of space for each human occupant – assuming that every creature that could be called ‘human’ is allowed in, and that the human race eventually totals a thousand times the number of humans alive up until now.  This is such a generous amount of space that it suggests that room has also been provided for some alien races or- a happy thought – that pets are allowed.”  – Terry Pratchett

Then again, if you are not a believer in a religion that operates with the concept of heaven or hell, then there is no reason why you should venture off to any of the before mentioned locations after said kicking of bucket (no matter how spacious and/or empty it might be), now is there? That must be where reincarnation comes into play.

Except for dogs. Dogs have no soul.

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Rules to success


I have no idea who Roger H. Lincoln was. There is nothing on Wikipedia on him. When I google him, I do find an old picture of a bespeckled man in a military uniform. I don’t know if he was successful, and if he was – in what? Maybe he succeeded in staying incognito – thus had great success in incognitoness. I don’t even know if the quote is accredited to the right name. I don’t really care.

I keep returning to this quote, I reuse it on my facebook quite often. It doesn’t move me in a profound way. In fact, I don’t like the so called profound quotes that inhabit every wall on facebook, as they are completely meaningless, and un-funny. I like my quote. Because it tickles my funny bone. Every time I post it, someone will ask what the other, blank rule is. They don’t get it. And that is funny.

Written in response to The Daily Prompt Quote Me; “Do you have a favorite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move you?”

Still not a sweetheart! (Liebster award)

Say wooooooot? I have been nominated for the Liebster Award again, this time by a bear named Ted, or a human named Lance – I am not sure which – from this blog. As you will notice, as you klick on the link I so gracefully have provided for you, that the nominating blog is called This.Bad.Teddy.Bear. Quite intriguing. That’s one of the things that make you go HMMM…

Old Mamasan, being of sound mind and somewhat in control of her marbles (I am not crazy, my mother had me tested), have an obvious question to ask Mr. Bear. (It being obvious makes it redundant to post it here, but I will anyways. Because I can. It’s my blog. Suck it up, Buttercup!) Here goes:

Mr. Bear, what are you bad AT?

While we await Mr. Bear to bear us his answer (see what I did there?), I will repeat what I said in august when I first received this award. Please bear in mind (Ooppss, I did it again) that it is no longer summer, and Old Mamasan is definitely not clad in bikini at this point in time. (Please note that I cannot figure out how to reblog anything, thus the copy and paste from the old Liebster Award post I wrote six months ago)


Yesterday, after posting my daily blogpost, the weirdest thing happened! Totally threw me for a loop! I was enjoying a bit of sun on my pasty pale, slightly overweight body (I have a secluded backyard so I do dare to sit in my bikini, the only one who will run away while trying to scratch his eyes out while he yells «the horror, the horror!»  is my dog, and he won’t get far as the backyard is fenced *evil grin*), while the phone keeps prompting me for emails. Now this happens every time I publish on my blog, because now I actually have followers. (Yeeeey!!) I can probably turn off the email prompts, or at least turn the sound off when I get emails, but I will be totally honest here and say that I really, really love the attention!

All bloggers love the attention; we all want to be read! That is the whole point of blogging! Now, you tell me that you only blog for yourself and don’t care about readers? FIBBER! If you do not want to be read, then you keep a journal, and never make your entries public. I know myself well enough to admit to the whole world; I blog because I want you to read what I have to say. Therefore, the ding-ding-dingading-ding-ding-ding on my phone pleases me to no end.

I got sidetracked there, sorry about that. There I was, in my bikini, smiling wider and wider for every ding. After a while, I picked up my phone and looked at the stats and the likes and the comments. And that is when I see it «Also, I’m nominating you for the Liebster award.»

Say what? I had seen the Liebster Award running around the forum, but I didn’t really know what it was. Being Norwegian, I understand a little German, when motivated I can even speak it a little: Zwei Bier und eine Brezel, bitte. Most Norwegians learned German in school, and those of us who didn’t, have seen enough Derrick (German TV series about Oberinspektor Derrick and Kriminalhauptmeister Klein running all over Munich solving murder cases) – to carry a meaningful conversation in German about forensics, alibies and motifs. It was so important to me to be unique back in my school days, I opted away German classes just to be different. (I did not need any other reason then that)  So I took French classes instead. (Parce que cela est comment je roule!) To all your language teachers out there, just a piece of advice; do not ever try to pass off Batman dubbed in French as a French movie! Je suis Batman! I’m sorry, but that is just wrong in so many levels. The movie Taxi wasn’t yet made back then, but if you need to show your students a good French movie, then Taxi is one they will love. Mind you, we are not talking Hollywood-version with Queen Latifah, but the original French movie, Taxi.

Sorry, got terribly sidetracked again. As I was saying, I understand a little German, and I just happen to know that «Liebster» means sweetheart (or other terms of endearment). Sweetheart Awards? Hellooooo! I’m not a sweetheart! I’m as ornery as they come, so how in the world can I be nominated for any sweetheart awards? Now if we choose to see the award as more of a «good reads award», then I do believe we are cooking with oil!

Ornery or not, I have to find out what this award I am nominated for really is. I did a search on O’ Wise Google and this site popped up. And yes, it is a chain letter of sorts, but the really cool kind! Basically, it is a marketing tool, a tool where blog-love is sent your way and you get to pay it forward. Of course, everyone decides for themselves if they will partake in this or not. I see it as an honor, and am glad to partake. Giving and receiving a little love is a good thing, don’t you think? (I’m still not a sweetheart, let me be clear on that!



Mr. Bear or the Lance-person nominated me for the Liebster Award, and I am honored. Thank you so much for nominating my little blog for the Liebster Award, Ted or Lance!


Here’s how it works (and I am reintroducing the “old” rules, as they resonate a little better with me then the new ones):

  1. Make a post thanking and linking the person who nominated you.
    Include the Liebster Award sticker in the post too.
  2. Nominate 5 -10 other bloggers who you feel are worthy of this award. Let them know they have been nominated by commenting on one of their posts. You can also nominate the person who nominated you.
  3. Ensure all of these bloggers have less than 200 followers.
  4. Answer the eleven questions asked to you by the person who nominated you, and make eleven questions of your own for your nominees or you may use the same questions.
  5. Lastly, COPY these rules in your post.

Here are my answers to Ted or Lance’s questions:

1.Are you a morning or night person? – “Belief makes a hollow place. Something has to roll in to fill it. Which is not to say that belief denies logic. For example, it’s fairly obvious that the Sandman needs only a small sack. On the Discworld, he doesn’t bother to take the sand out first.” – Sir Terry Pratchett

(Meaning that I’d be a nightperson if I could only stay awake long enough)

2. What is the one thing you can’t go a day without? 12109062_10153519243136622_8444102699490873923_n3. If you knew you couldn’t fail, what would you do and why? – Write a book. Because I want to. (I have not failed. I’ve just found 10.000 ways that won’t work. – Thomas A. Edison)

4. If you could meet anybody (alive or dead) who would it be? – Sir Terry Pratchett

5. Do you think your life is book/ film worthy? Which one would you choose? – Parts of my life is. I’ve done some cool stuff… And I’m thinking a book turned into a movie 😀

6. Beach holiday, jungle adventure, or quiet getaway?2x

7. If you could have a special power, what would you have? – Atomic Manipulation

8. What would be one piece of advice/wisdom for the next generation. – Use your brain, ask critical questions, don’t be a follower.

9. I’m mixing some drinks, what’ll it be?fb_img_1453721265545.jpg

10. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? chicken_or_the_egg


I hereby nominate the following unsuspecting bloggers (and I can’t figure out if they have more or less then 200 followers):


Loving Leisure Time

Success Inspirer


When Coffee Meets Rain


If you all choose to accept this award then here are your 11 questions:


  1. What is your dream vacation?
  2. What book are you currently reading?
  3. What New Year’s resolution did you make this year, and how long did it take you to break it?
  4. If you had a superpower, which one would it be?
  5. What does a perfect day look like to you?
  6. If you could witness any event of the past, present, or future, what would it be?
  7. How did you get into the blogging world?
  8. Shark diving, bungee jumping or sky diving?
  9. What is your favorite cheesy pick up line, and have you ever used it or have it used on you?
  10. If you can reccommend just one place in your country to a tourist, what will it be?
  11. How annoyed are you at my questions right now, on a scale from 1-10? Do you get easily annoyed?


I really hope I was able to raise someones Blogosteem by sending a little love through the Liebster Awards. I also want you all to know that I did not do this because I’m a sweetheart. ‘Cuz I’m not! So there!

Happy bloggin’ and Rock On!


Hello darkness / favourite pick up lines

Hello Darkness, my old friend, I’m grateful that you are here to cloak my intoxication and runny mascara again.

This is written in response to the Daily Prompt “Opening Lines

“What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.”

The last song I listened to was Disturbed’s take on The Sound of Silence (admittedly, it is almost the only song I listen to these days. I love it that much!). Granted, Simon and Garfunkel’s original version is pretty darn good, but this version is even better. Just listen to this powerful rock-voice. This man can sing! Totally gives me goose bumps!


When I separate the first line of the song – Hello darkness, my old friend – from the rest of the lyrics (I had to force myself, because the lyrics are very profound and good – and it is hard to look past that), I think of my days as a young adult going clubbin’ with my friends. Many were the times that I was thankful for the darkness to hide my “all partied out”-look, spilling out of the nightclubs at 4 am. You know, wobbling around on high heels, run in the pantyhose, mascara smudged and lipstick smeared, and hair all over the place. A look somewhat reminiscent of the “walk of shame”-look (however the walk of shame usually took place in daylight). Don’t sit there and be all prissy, you know exactly what I’m talking about!

Now, this also reminds me of what goes on earlier in the night; the pick-up lines! Some of them hopeless, some of them cheesy, and some of them knee-slappingly funny. Here is a list of my favorite pick-up lines (opening lines) – and they are mostly truly horrible ones:

  • Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.
  • Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.
  • If you were a booger I’d pick you first
  • My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can’t hold it in.
  • Rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death! So for my health and yours, JUST SAY YES!
  • Did you fart, ’cause you blew me away?
  • I love you like a pig loves not being bacon.

Do you have any funny pick-up lines to share with me? Please leave them in the comments-field 🙂

Before you go, you just have to listen to the tune again (it is just that good!):


Key Takeaway and Key Question

This is in response to the Daily Prompt “Key Takeaway“, which reads:

Give your newer sisters and brothers-in-WordPress one piece of advice based on your experiences blogging.

If you’re a new blogger, what’s one question you’d like to ask other bloggers?

Happy Blogging, and Rock On!











Fiskesuppe på Thai manér


For English text, press HERE

Jeg ser ikke bort i fra at ordentlige Thai-kokker vil himle med øya og slettes ikke anerkjenne denne suppen som noe som hører hjemme i et kjøkken i Thailand, men dæven den er GOD:

(Bytt gjerne ut grønnsakene med det du har liggende eller det du liker aller best. All slags hvit fisk kan brukes, jeg hadde tilfeldigvis rødspettefileter i frysa)





  • 500 g rødspette i terninger
  • 200 g rensede reker
  • 1 purre, i ringer
  • 1 kinesisk hvitløk, finhakket
  • nøytral olje
  • 4 gulerøtter, i tynne staver
  • 1 broccoli i små buketter
  • 1 boks maiskorn
  • 1 ts tørket chilliflak
  • 1 glass thai red curry pasta
  • 2 ts lemongrass pasta
  • 2 ts knust ingefær
  • 8 dl kokosmelk
  • 7 dl fiskekraft
  • 1 ss sukker
  • 1 sprut limejuice
  • 1/2 ts stødt koriander
  • 2 ts tørket basilikum


Kutt opp alle ingrediensene som nevnt over, slik at alt er klart før du setter i gang.

Fres purren og hvitløken i litt olje, dytt så til ene siden. Ha litt mer olje på den tomme siden og fres currypastaen, ingefæren og sitrongrsset i ca 30 sekunder før du blander det hele i hop.

Tilsett kokosmelken og fiskekraften, gi det et oppkok. Tilsett grønnsakene og la det småkoke i ca 10 minutter. Smak til med chilliflak, sukker, limejuice, koriander og basilikum

Tilsett fisken og la dem trekke i ca 3 minutter (OBS, det skal ikke kokes!). Tilsett deretter rekene.


Server med ris eller nudler, og evt en rømmeklatt om det ble litt sterkt.

God apetitt!







Fish Soup Thai Style

For Norwegian text, press HERE

There is a fairly great chance that a real Thai-chef will be appalled by me calling this soup a Thai soup – but nevertheless it is mm mm GOOD!

(Change out vegetables with what you have lying about or what you like best. All kind of white fish can be used, I haappened to have  plaice fillets in the freezer)


  • 500 g fish, diced
  • 200 g cleaned prawns
  • 1 leek, in rings
  • 1 Chinese garlic, minced
  • neutral oil
  • 4 carrots, chopped
  • 1 broccoli broken into small florets
  • 1 tin sweet corn
  • 1 tsp dried chilli flakes
  • 1 glass thai red curry paste
  • 2 teaspoons lemongrass pasta
  • 2 teaspoons crushed ginger
  • 8 dl coconut milk
  • 7 dl fish stock
  • 1 tablespoon sugar
  • 1 splash lime juice
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried coriander
  • 2 teaspoons dried basil


Cut up all the ingredients mentioned above, so that everything is ready before you get started.

Saute the leeks and garlic in a little oil, then push to one side of the skillet. Have a little more oil on the empty side and fry curry paste, ginger and lemongras for about 30 seconds before you mix it all well.

Add the coconut milk and fish stock, bring to the boil. Add the vegetables and simmer for about 10 minutes. Season with chilli flakes, sugar, lime juice, coriander and basil

Add the fish and let them soak for about 3 minutes (Note – it should not boil!). Then add the shrimp.


Serve with rice or noodles, and possibly a plop of sour cream if it is a little too spicy.



What goes on in your head?


I have a question for you:

You, who, on your daughters behalf, choose to refuse the HPV-vaccine; what goes on in your head?

You, who link to non-scientific websites and blogposts, claiming the vaccine to be extremely dangerous, and actively choose to ignore the scientific results; what goes on in your head?

You, who keep changing the subject every time someone comes along and pokes a hole in your false arguments; what goes on in your head?

You, who choose to put your daughter at risk of dying from cervical cancer to avoid the by far lesser chance of exposing her for any side effects of the vaccine; what goes on in your head?

You, who think you know better than scientists, Medical Doctors and Pharmaceuticals; what goes on in your head?

Please explain this to me, as I honestly do not understand what goes on in your head.



Showing some super S’es


I am having so much fun playing with the black and white here, and I have a hard time choosing one. So. Heres a bunch of black and white photos of stuff that begins with S…


Snowcovered Hiortfjell at Svalbard


Sundial gnomon on the northernmost sundial in the world, also quite special in that it has to be 24 hour dial 🙂


Sailboat at Svalbard


Son Sleeping on Snowmobile


Snow, sea, sky






Swans and Seagulls



Ooh, Shiny!

Kick it!


I found a pretty cool promt, Kick It  on the Daily Post, asking what my 11th item on my bucket list would be. Now, what is a “bucket list”, exactly? It’s a fairly new term that describes things you want to do before you die, apparently from a movie.

I have never really kept a list, as such, but I do have goals, wants and wishes, and my not so tangible list is forever changing and evolving – as I am. And that’s just the thing; what are you going to do when all the items on your list is ticked off? Lay down and die? Become a crazy cat-lady? Stop living and start hoarding? Live vicariously through others? 

Naw, I prefer to say “DAMN that was fun!” after an item is ticked off, then I add a new item (big or small, doesn’t matter). I make sure that my virtual list is always filled up with things I want to try, do, master, taste, experience. And I have done some pretty awesome stuff in my life (if I may say so myself), and more awesomeness is acomig my way!

So. On to my list; I got kind of caught up in the number 11 here, so here are 11 things that can go on my list (if I had one) as number 11:

11. At airport, go quietly up to a passenger reading a newspaper. Say nothing, until the passenger looks up at me. Then say quietly: “Don’t get on that flight”, and quickly walk away.


11. Make vanilla pudding and put it in a mayo jar. Bring a spoon and eat in public.


11. Get into a crowded elevator and say “I bet you’re all wondering why I gathered you here today”


11. Buy a parrot. Teach the parrot to say “Help! I’ve been turned into a parrot!”


11. Hire two private investigators. Get them to follow each other.


11. Wear shirt that says “Life”. Hand out lemons on street corner.


11. Major in philosophy. Ask people WHY they would like fries with that.


11. Run into a store and ask what year it is. Upon receiving an answer, yell “It worked!” and run out cheering.


11. Hit a random stranger upside the head with a rolled up newspaper. Run away while blasting the Benny Hill theme song on my mobilephone.


11. Put a desk and office chair in an elevator. Ask everyone who enters if they have an appointment.


11. Follow joggers around in my car, blasting “Eye of the tiger” for encouragement.

The Poetry of List-Making