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Anders Vad Bruun
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Oversætter, amatørmusiker, bon vivant, fusentast, ismager, lurendrejer, hyggeonkel, fritidsnørd.
Oversætter, amatørmusiker, bon vivant, fusentast, ismager, lurendrejer, hyggeonkel, fritidsnørd.

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På en dag som i dag er togturen fra København til Århus så lang som en Nordbrandtsk November.
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Love it.
This made my day. I bet +Wil Wheaton would +1 the sh!t out of this! (via +Tim Luther Lewis)
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Hvad hedder det, når man få retrospektive aha!-oplevelser? Den her gav pludselig indsigt i den retning:
http://www.dr.dk/DR2/Danskernes+akademi/Oekonomi_Ledelse/Med_kaldet_som_drivkraft.htm
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Den der tur til Almuñécar bliver mere og mere tiltrængt.
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Cecilia er et af de sejeste mennesker, jeg kender.
Netværk, venner og godtfolk. Langskud: Jeg søger nyt arbejde som journalist og- eller projektleder. Også meget gerne tidsbegrænsede stillinger, vikariater, projektansættelser etc. Jeg kan næsten alt, er skidesød og omgængelig og bager ret gode boller :o)
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Fantastic.
Last Christmas, a friend gave me a small Lego set just for fun. It's part of a Creator series, where each set comes with instructions for three different models. I love the versatility and expressiveness of Lego, and I think 3 is far too small a number for what can be done with these, so I challenged myself to create 50 original designs with this one set of about 50 pieces. These images are the result.
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50 designs with 50 pieces (51 photos)
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Okay, en uheldig sammenstilling, men alligevel et godt billede på 'Like' mentalitetens overfladiskhed.
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Quoting Reset_Smith on why Obama is unpopular:

"Because America is like an obese person that suddenly had the idea to get in shape. They cut the McDonalds back to breakfast only, and, twice-a-week, attempt to jog and do sit-ups. Their dense rolls, compiled slowly over generations of gluttony and sloth, prevent them from reaching the angles needed for a proper crunch, but they feel good about it anyway.
One month later, they catch a reflection of themselves in the tinted window of an SUV.
They stop and gaze. Could it be the convex of the glass? The pattern of their shirt?
No. They're still fat.
They never noticed it at home, in the bathroom mirror. The soft, yellow lighting above the vanity that brought shadows across in just the right way. Twisting, ever so slightly, the borders of one hock met another in a manner resembling a V-cut.
Where was it now?
They're on the street, in the public eye. They feel it burning into them, the sudden exposure, the frailty, the vulnerability. They're naked for all to see.
"Look at this fat fucker." Nobody says it, but they know it's being thought.
How did this happen? How did I get here?
They pour cold sweat from the brow. It stings their eyes.
I was gonna get in shape. I was gonna get in shape
Their knees are shaking, trembling, buckling beneath the girth.
As the voluminous ass strikes the pavement, they look up.
They wince into the sunlight reflecting off an office window.
Words pull into focus from the flood of white: YES WE CAN.

One year later, generations of greed and ignorance have yet to be undone.
We sit on the curb, man-breast softly cresting the knee, longing for six-pack abs and a bigger dick in 4 days.
Stop reading the banners and go to the fucking gym.
It's gonna take more than a year."
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Kast dine kræfter ind: Døden skal tabe.
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Okay, Google+. Vacation is over. How about you and I get to know each other a little better?
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