Blogging in Swedish?

You may or may not know, but recently Blogger updated their service so that their toolbars show up in the language appropriate for the country you're in. Meaning to start this post I had to figure out what "New Post" looks like in Swedish. (It's "Nytt inlägg".)

I don't mind. Obviously it's very much cooler (no pun intended) for those living in Sweden. But it is a bit of an issue for travellers. Not that there's a lot of us on indefinite trips.

I wonder what happens when you log in from Switzerland? Are the toolbars in four languages?

I'm also curious to know how many more years it will be before U.S. I.P. addresses just automatically get served in Spanish? :-P I like the idea of Americans embracing Spanish. In the long run it will certainly take some wind out of the sails of French separatists in Canada. Not so special any more, eh?

Sorry, it's going stream of consciousness for me right now. I intended to blog about my day, but honestly, it wasn't so hot a day. Tons 'o technical problems. And I had the joy of teaching a man of didn't understand the phrase," I don't know." Should I have just started making up answers? (No, I'm not a salesman.)

I started physio last week and my doctor told me to lay off the weight lifting for a while. But today there was just no way! Firstly, the hotel gym is spectacular (for a hotel). Secondly, the gym is my primary source of major stress relief. When the cortisol levels get high I like to move large masses of steal around for a while. Endorphins make life okay again.

The food court at the local mall has food from Greece, Turkey, and Lebanon. Am I the only person who understands that these three cultures share 90% of their "traditional ethnic dishes"? Apparently. Pick the one with the shortest line. "I'll take a plate of the shaved meat with garlic sauce please... however you choose to name it."

The greatest problem with the technology of the blog sphere... you can't make comments in a deep "radio announcer" type voice to provide emphasis.

I feel comfortable in Sweden. I mean, for a place where nothing is familiar, I don't understand the language, and I've never been before, I feel really surprisingly comfy here. There's just something about it. A lot like Canada, but without the "we're not Americans" attitude. I haven't heard a single person complain about taxes yet. Surprising!

And that's about it. Like lifting heavy bits of steal up and down, I feel like I just had to ... well ... vomit all my stupid ideas into today's blog. It couldn't be helped. There is no structure or direction in my world today. Just a bitter memory of having to rise this morning when my alarm sounded, and an overwhelming desire to return to sleep.

What's a whelm? Honestly, I don't know.

Hey!!!! Interactive bog activity!!!! Quickly, run to the comments section (yeah, like any one read this far) and post a definition for "whelm" or "being whelmed". (Please, no actual answers.)

Oh, lastly, regarding the Swedish Chef from the Muppet Show... "hundy spurndy bourndon" isn't actually Swedish. I was SO disappointed!