tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35892272011-04-21T23:08:35.871+02:00mindlessmessfemale, pushing forty, suburbia,
failed academic, practicing media whore, one hubby, one kidlet, champagne, single malt, cigarettes and motorbikes, reading and pub quizzes, anything but liver and late night kebabs
Menoreply@blogger.comBlogger2241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1070453110128039092003-12-03T13:05:00.000+01:002003-12-03T13:06:36.390+01:00Today's topic: Bad news. Really bad news.
Well, I wrote a coupla weeks ago about having a crappy week and my body giving off error messages? It turned out to be not so much error messages as what feels like the bodily version of the BSOD.
This blog will be non-updated for a while. At least until I am able to think long enough to string coherent and semi-positive thoughts together. Which mightMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1069421288032347772003-11-21T14:28:00.000+01:002003-11-21T14:28:45.810+01:00Today's topic: Friday five
1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.
a) Send out all the X-mas cards on time.
b) Make sure all the X-mas presents going overseas are sent out on time.
c) Learn how to calculate probabilities.
d) Bake more than one kind of christmas cookies.
e) Make sure the catlet gets neutered in time.
2. List five people you've lost contact with that Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1069420502484821602003-11-21T14:15:00.000+01:002003-11-21T14:15:40.420+01:00Today's topic: Pedophilia, Michael Jackson and I
Well, Michael Jackson's been highly profiled in the news again as a possible pedophile. I've read him quoted as saying nothing untoward has happened, but that he enjoys sleeping (as in sharing bed) with children and tucking them in.
And this is what gets me worried. I love tucking my son in. On occasions, he has been known to sleep in our bed as Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1068821790771434052003-11-14T15:56:00.000+01:002003-11-14T15:56:59.110+01:00Today's topic #1: Crappy week
Crappy week because:
a) I had to wipe my harddisk and reinstall (well, upgrade actually) the OS. Big hassle.
b) tons of stuff going on at work
c) my body keeps sending me vague and uncomfortable "error messages". Not sure if it is a side effect of getting older, some sign something is going on or if I am turning into a raving hypocondriac.
Today's topic #2: More onMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1068194031323843012003-11-07T09:33:00.000+01:002003-11-07T09:34:30.310+01:00Today's topic: Friday five
Yeay! Here goes:
1. What food do you like that most people hate?
Ummm ... sashimi?
2. What food do you hate that most people love?
Cheese! All kinds!
3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?
Christina Aguilera. She looks as if she is trying to imitate that fugly guy from Twisted Sister.
4. What famous person, whom many Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1068118196258790442003-11-06T12:29:00.000+01:002003-11-06T12:32:03.810+01:00Today's topic: Aliens and materialism
Aliens: Am currently re-reading Iain M- Banks' State of the Art. On this morning's commute I finished the story in which Diziet Sma (as well as Skeffen-Amtiskaw) is orbiting the Earth, watching, occasionally visiting and debating with the ship whether or not to Contact.
And I got to wondering what it would be like if the Culture really was hovering around,Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1068021104328381682003-11-05T09:31:00.000+01:002003-11-05T09:32:01.043+01:00Today's topic: Rising fog
We now live just north of Oslo, in a valley. On the valley floor runs a river, the east side of the valley is gently sloping farmland while the west side (our side) is steep and wooded.
This morning, when kidlet and I got up, there was a thick fog sneaking along the river below us. We then went about our morning business (breakfast eating, lunch box making, kitty loo Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1067611252788866862003-10-31T15:29:00.000+01:002003-10-31T15:41:43.186+01:00Today's topic: Friday five
That time o' the week again!
Unfortunately, all of today's question were Halloween-related, so I cant' answer any of them!
When I was a kidlet, there was no such thing as Halloween in Norway. Now that I am the mother of a kidlet, there is one -- as far as I can recall, it was started not too many years ago by the retail business. Damned if I am going to fork out Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1067495444677878822003-10-30T07:30:00.000+01:002003-10-30T07:30:48.466+01:00Today's topic: Odds and ends
Early at work today, arrived at 0615. Still pitch dark. No sunrise for a while yet.
Eirik posted a really cool link to the Atlas of Cyberspaces. Most interesting. In Norse mythology, Yggdrasil was the Tree of life, under which the norns, goddesses of fate, sat spinning their threads and weaving the web of all beings. Sometimes, I imagine them still at it, watching, Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1067329744982054452003-10-28T09:29:00.000+01:002003-10-28T09:29:36.233+01:00Today's topic: Ringworm
Ugh!
Catlet brought the ringworm into the house. Now hubby and kidlet's got it too. (So far, I am only scratching myself psychosomatically.)
Despite the name, it is not a worm -- it is a fungal infection. Bothersome, but not dangerous. Hubby and kidlet need to go see a doctor to get the diagnosis confirmed. Ditto catlet (to the vet, not the doc). Catlet probably needs Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1067157295636570082003-10-26T10:23:00.000+01:002003-10-26T10:34:59.043+01:00Today's topic: Time
Last night we switched from summer time to winter time, so this morning we woke up one hour earlier than we should have. Sort of.
(Didn't we used to set the clocks in September, by the way?)
I explained the concept of summer/winter time to the kidlet and showed him how to turn his clock back one hour. He absolutely freaked! He had no idea time (and/or his wrist watch) Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1067098454150297962003-10-25T18:04:00.000+02:002003-10-25T18:15:38.700+02:00yeayToday's topic: Happy and content, bordering on smug
We did impressively well in the quiz yesterday -- scored 38 out of a possible 40 and came in 2nd. Shock and awe. We got our Nokia chronology wrong and also did not include Vestfold with the other fylker sharing a land border with only two other fylker. Who the eff cares about Vestfold anyway?
Today, hubby, kidlet and I have been working Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1066994874845341862003-10-24T13:27:00.000+02:002003-10-24T13:30:56.700+02:00VariousToday's topic: Five
Well, there was no Friday Five today, so I decided to come up with five small topic-lets of my own.
1. Diminutives
I know perfectly well -let is not an universal diminutive in English, OK? I still (ab)use it, because I like the way the words look and sound with a little -let at the end. Hence kidlet, catlet and so on.
2. Politeness
Politeness is a sort of social grease, Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1066895161308965552003-10-23T09:46:00.000+02:002003-10-23T09:46:00.886+02:00Oh, I forgot!
Torill bought herself new shoes! They are red, semi-high heeled and absolutely gorgeous.
Now I want new, red shoes as well.Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1066894957927240502003-10-23T09:42:00.000+02:002003-10-23T09:43:50.793+02:00Cold!Today's topic: Settling in for winter
According to the primstav (Norse calendar stick), October 14th is the first day of winter.
I'll happily believe that. Temperatures have dropped well below freezing for a number of days. There is frost on the ground every morning, it doesn't melt during the day, and the first snow of the year came Tuesday.
And so we prepare for winter. So far we have ...
.Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1066591534902132172003-10-19T21:06:00.000+02:002003-10-19T21:25:34.830+02:00Spruce needles in my braToday's topic: Getting spruce needles in my bra
... or, performing an act of heroism. Sort of.
Lately, the catlet (kitty) has been allowed outside more and more. He is still too young and silly to be out for extended periods of time by himself, so we take him out for guided sightseeing tours of the neighbourhood.
Today, hubby and kidlet took him out while I finished prepping dinner (we had Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1066375034414942312003-10-17T09:17:00.000+02:002003-10-17T09:17:14.360+02:00Friday FiveFriday Five
1. Name five things in your refrigerator.
Lettuce, expensive French mustard, apple juice, butter and canned whipped cream.
2. Name five things in your freezer.
A glass of cloudberries (courtesy of my sister), green peas, mille feuille pastry, french fries and fish fingers.
3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.
Emtpy plastic bags, ditto wine bottles, miniature broom for Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1066374890400659402003-10-17T09:14:00.000+02:002003-10-17T09:16:25.066+02:00Odds and endsNo coherent topic today!
Personalized spam: No, I am not talking about digital Viagra spam. I got in my snail mail mailbox yesterday a letter adressed to me, from a medical clinic specializing in cosmetic surgery and botox injections. I have no idea how they got my name and adress, or how they think I would be in the market for botoxizing myself. I was mad as hell, hubby laughed at me, which Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1065773211854046022003-10-10T10:06:00.000+02:002003-10-10T10:11:41.693+02:00VariousToday's topic: Various
Friday Five
Yup, Friday again, this time I'll get them on time:
1. Do you watch sports? If so, which ones?
No, not really. On the rare occasions that I do I like to watch edited highlights of spectacular falls and crashes, so sports like roadracing, downhill skiing and Formula 1 does it for me.
2. What/who are your favorite sports teams and/or favorite athletes?
Not Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1065532641556278802003-10-07T15:17:00.000+02:002003-10-07T15:29:02.220+02:00Probabilities and birthday presentsToday's topic # 1: Probabilities
To make a long story short, I got stuck today trying to calculate the probabilities of various events. It took me effing forever and I am still not sure if I have it right.
(I am, at the moment, too pissed and too proud to ask someone who actually might know about this -- I am going home to check up my old textbooks first.)
p=n/N, so far so good, but what howMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1065464858377810162003-10-06T20:19:00.000+02:002003-10-07T09:49:43.803+02:00Friday meme, delayedToday's topic: Meme, delayed
(My life in a nutshell, sort of. Not one to invent trends, me.)
Anyhoo, courtesy of Friday Five, last Friday's five:
1. What vehicle do you drive?
A 1987 Honda VFR750F. Best bike there is.
2. How long have you had it?
Since November, 1999. I bought it for myself as an early X-mas present.
3. What is the coolest feature on your vehicle?
It has no uncool Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1065162667279408112003-10-03T08:31:00.000+02:002003-10-03T08:31:07.030+02:00Loop!Today's topics: Loops and aging
Loops
I did get a new wireless card for the Compaq yesterday. But can I get it to work? Ohh nooo..
The card itself is of course a newer model than the old one (now outdated and museum-grade). So the old driver is no good anymore. The new card came with a new driver that almost, but not quite, worked right out of the box. All the "configuration wizard" (And how I Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1064996856975926302003-10-01T10:27:00.000+02:002003-10-01T10:27:36.800+02:00Wireless cards and coffeeToday's topic: Wireless card (death of) and coffee
The wireless card in my Compaq died suddenly yesterday. Rather, I killed it. I was trying to avoid stepping on a manic kitty going upstairs to the livingroom, 'puter in carrying case over my shoulder. Kitty survived just fine but the computer and I fell down.
And now I need a new card. (Today.) Preferably one without an antenna that protrudes Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1064900773233687612003-09-30T07:46:00.000+02:002003-09-30T07:46:12.773+02:00Foreign candy!Today's topic: Foreign candy
Yesterday, I stopped by a small shop for bread and newspapers and got a very happy surprise! The shop, a small one, hole-in-the-wall-small, had a surprising variety of imported American foods (mayonnaise, mustard, turkey stuffing, pancake mix ...) and best of all, they had Jelly Bellies! The Real Thing! They also sold small cans of Cherry Coke so last night, hubby Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1064813997953047412003-09-29T07:39:00.000+02:002003-09-29T07:43:05.396+02:00White weddingToday's topic: White wedding
We spent the weekend away, in the middle of nowhere, or rather, in the middle of the mountains, celebrating my niece's wedding. There isn't much there, apart from the railway station and the hotel ... and the mountains and glaciers.
We arrived by train on Saturday, an hour and a half before the ceremony. My sister (the bride's mother) and an assortment of "cousinsMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1064518403791166732003-09-25T21:33:00.000+02:002003-09-25T21:33:23.496+02:00Hooray!Today's topic: Hooray!
F I N A L L Y!!!!
This is the first entry written from home. After nearly two months of waiting, the ISP delivered at last and there is now Internett access all over the house (and on the verandah, which will be nice in summer.).
Woooo-hoooo!
However, I have nothing momentous nor very interesting to pixelify, I'm afraid.
We got kitty a scratching post and, to make it Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1063974155404349922003-09-19T14:22:00.000+02:002003-09-19T14:22:35.263+02:00Parsing phone numbersRandom thought for the day: Parsing phone numbers
So. Norwegian phone numbers have 8 digits, like this: 12345678.
There probably is a standard for how to write phone numbers, I am not sure, but this is what I do...
"fixed phones" (land lines, not cell phones): In groups of four, like this: 1234 5678, when in writing. When I read them out aloud or memorize them, I do it in pairs, like this: 12 Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1063972577432470102003-09-19T13:56:00.000+02:002003-09-19T13:56:16.830+02:00Hello kitty!Today's topic: Hello Kitty!
Was woken up this morning by a kilo or so of grey fur, attached to four paws with a total of too many claws, purring and frantically kneading my face. MmmrrrrrRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRrrrrrr!
Kitty Olve arrived a week ago. He was terrified during the drive home and lay bunched up in a corner of the travelling cage, mewling, drooling and shaking with fright. Once indoors, we Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1063360621816842982003-09-12T11:57:00.000+02:002003-09-12T11:57:56.360+02:00More bad newsToday's topic: More bad news
Cheezes, I feel shallow.
Yesterday, the Swedish Foreign Minister Anna Lindh died, after being stabbed in a department store in Stockholm.
The Swedes are in shock and so, to an extent, am I. I sometimes feel as if I am the winner of the "Good Living Lottery" by virtue of sheer luck -- being born and living in a very peaceful corner of the globe, where basically theMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1063281965212382472003-09-11T14:06:00.000+02:002003-09-11T14:06:05.193+02:00Cats and coldsToday's topic: News, good and bad
Yeay! I got the call from the Animal Protection Society today. Our new kitten is ready for adoption and we go to pick him up tomorrow. Hooray! It's a little boy cat, approx. 12 weeks old and solid grey in colour. I am looking forward to having a baby in the house again. Especially one that is toilet-trained already.
Otherwise, I got a major ("bajor") head cold Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1062758630022883552003-09-05T12:43:00.000+02:002003-09-05T12:43:49.926+02:00Tabloid headlinesToday's topic: Tabloid headlines
Saw an amazing headline today: Escape from dildoes, acommpanied by a picture of a rather famous Christian Democrat and one of the country's prissiest politicians.
Seeing this headline produced G-R-R-E-A-T visuals in my dirty mind ;-)
Then I read the article and was disappointed -- said prissy politician had been a member of a panel debate and had left the Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1062665393166034312003-09-04T10:49:00.000+02:002003-09-04T10:52:27.810+02:00Early morning observationsToday's topic: Early morning observations
Took the 0530-train again this morning. It has two cars, one "commuter car" reserved for those with a valid pass, and one ordinary car where you can buy your ticket on board. The ordinary car is lit up, while the commuter car is dark. I sit in the ordinary car and read (currently re-reading Cryptonomicon.) but am considering switching to the commuter carMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1062583598616731122003-09-03T12:06:00.000+02:002003-09-03T12:15:41.480+02:00Pocket memeToday's topic: Pocket meme
Stumbled upon a thicket of blog entries today, about what people have in their pockets and bags. Got inspired. Here is my ...
Jeans pockets:
Cell phone. (My new, itsy-bitsy phone.)
Packet of cigarettes. (Bought cheap, probably smuggled).
Three lighters. (All of them mine, not stolen, actually.)
House keys. (Number of which drastically reduced since moving.)
45 kroner.Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1062498154432965442003-09-02T12:22:00.000+02:002003-09-02T12:36:52.336+02:00VariousToday's topic(-s): Various
Net:
Still no Net at the New House. Hence, few updates (as I am having to actually work at work these days).
Mushrooms:
Kidlet and I went for a walk after school yesterday, exploring the path along the railroad line above the house. Parts of the wood has old spruce trees, growing so close together that there is very little undergrowth, and the wood floor is carpeted Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1061383977161272812003-08-20T14:52:00.000+02:002003-08-20T14:53:17.246+02:00Money, money, moneyBig day!
I paid off my student loan today! Happy happy joy joy!
I couldn't transfer the money through my Internet bank (too big an amount), so I had to go down to the bank and fill out the paperworks in person and by hand. The transfer slip had a little field called "Message to recipient", so I couldn't help myself and wrote "Hasta la vista, baby".
Nothing like a termination of a loan, eh?Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1060594443493752962003-08-11T11:34:00.000+02:002003-08-11T11:34:03.403+02:00Ouch!Moving takes its toll.
I still haven't gotten used to where all the light switches are, and so the summery darkness is filled with unexpected sharp edges and corners.
My legs and forehead bear witness to my temporary lack of orientation: Bruises, scratches and bumps abound.
No Internet in the New House until mid-September. Eeeeek!
But the washing machine is online again, the kitchen is fully Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1059736510420282252003-08-01T13:15:00.000+02:002003-08-01T13:15:34.600+02:00Move over!Am living half way there and half way here.
The laptop moves today, but I have no idea when I'll get back online from the new house. I don't even think we've got a landline yet, cell phone only works on the verandah and I am getting desperate to get my stove up and running (to make morning coffee. Must. Have. Coffee.
Now, we go shopping again.Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1059554761435463592003-07-30T10:46:00.000+02:002003-07-30T10:46:01.416+02:00New everythingWe went and took possession of the New House yesterday. It was so UNREAL. After the former owners and the real estate agent had left, I felt just as I did when we left the hospital with the newborn kidlet -- "they're gonna leave us alone with this?!?".
I ran up and down all the stairs and opened each and every closet in the house (believe you me, there are many) and WHOOP'ed for a while. Then Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1059396066502129512003-07-28T14:41:00.000+02:002003-07-28T14:41:06.390+02:00Yikes!Oh my deity!
We take over the new house tomorrow, not Friday!
EEEEEEEEEEK!
So many things to do .... Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1059380280087236312003-07-28T10:18:00.000+02:002003-07-28T10:18:00.043+02:00Electricity rulesBack again from the mountains. Mmm, I love civilization -- as in showers, electricity and indoor loos. Not to mention the Internet. Having said that, kidlet and I had a wonderful week with my sister, and I greatly enjoyed seeing my son the inner city kid run around above the timberline. Just a few words:
Mosquitoes
Sheep on summer pasture, hungry for company, salt and sandwiches
Climbing a Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1058603232629076632003-07-19T10:27:00.000+02:002003-07-19T10:27:12.570+02:00Going off-gridIn an hour, we leave for the mountains and my sister's summer house. Kidlet and I will be staying for about a week, hubby will drive us there.
I worry about "connection withdrawal". The house is a classic, primitive Norwegian hytte -- no indoor water, no indoor bathroom, no electricity. Also no cell phone coverage. (You need to climb up the nearest hill and wave your phone about.)
So, we'll Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1058511353850832922003-07-18T08:55:00.000+02:002003-07-18T09:02:05.090+02:00Today's topic: Write-up of the "Tour de Tivoli"
Kidlet and I returned yesterday, safe and sound if slightly sun-burnt. The trip was a huge hit, I enjoyed myself thouroughly as did kidlet. In fact, a huge part of what made the trip so enjoyable was watching him have a good time!
Once on board, I was happy to find our cabin on the top cabin deck. Kidlet got to sleep in the top bunk (BOTH ways). Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1058261235939282202003-07-15T11:27:00.000+02:002003-07-18T09:03:30.256+02:00Today's topic: Soon to be ex-home
Today I am taking kidlet out for a walk around the neighbourhood. I will be bringing the digital camera along as well. For a long time, I've wanted to make a sort of "photo documentary" about where we live, both for myself and the kidlet. I've been snapping pics all over the place but want more.
This really is a lovely neighbourhood. When I first moved here (Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1058130157304372932003-07-13T23:02:00.000+02:002003-07-13T23:13:37.186+02:00Bonus topic of the day: Stupidity. Mine.
Cheeeeezes, but I am an ass sometimes. Went riding today and had a long ride planned. I stopped to tank up at a gas station. Pulled in, saw they had two pump islands, with two pumps each. Noted the island on the right said "diesel" and saw a "95 octane gas" sign on the second, island and filled up the tank - 18 litres. Went in to pay for my newspaper and Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1058082745587171962003-07-13T09:52:00.000+02:002003-07-13T09:52:48.413+02:00Today's topic: Appearances can be deceiving
Went shopping with kidlet yesterday. He got a new set of rainwear (trousers and jacket) and a brand new pair of real rubber boots. I think this is the first time he has gotten everything brand new - we didn't even pass the Salvation army store!
Anyhoo.
We also went by the pet store and bought a cat carrier (in anticipation of the kitty adoption). Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1057865968860052662003-07-10T21:39:00.000+02:002003-07-10T21:41:58.863+02:00Today's topic: Random rambling
Realized I forgot to celebrate my 1st blog anniversary! And the archives are fucked up again so I can't link to any old posts either!
Tomorrow is my last day at work before taking off for holidays, yiyiyiyiyi! Not that I am going anywhere remotely exotic or anything, but still.... come Tuesday, I take kidlet on a "mini-cruise" to Copenhagen. He is bouncing up and Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1057586106369761542003-07-07T15:55:00.000+02:002003-07-07T15:55:06.343+02:00My butt is sore. I was out riding yesterday, and a great ride it was, too. Up Hallingdalen as far as Nesbyen, then across the mountains to Tunhovd and down to Nore. The mountain crossing was excellent, my favourite kind of landscape. Open landscape, yet wooded with big, old pine trees growing in vast fields of reindeer lichen. Add the occasional peaty bog and wild heather, all nicely warmed up inMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1057483256602765272003-07-06T11:20:00.000+02:002003-07-06T11:21:23.613+02:00Today's topic: Noise and neighbours.
This partly in response to the semi-"intelligent" ads at the top (who apparently customize themselves to keywords in what I write. Today, the ads are for noise control stuff, probably in response to my night noise post a few days ago).
So. We live (still!) in a 120 yr old apartment building, with a shared, luvverly, back yard/patio. Most of the time our Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1057317755203691922003-07-04T13:22:00.000+02:002003-07-04T13:22:35.170+02:00This just in:
The crown princess is knocked up.
I want a republic, NOW, please. Of course there is no guarantee a president won't be as big an eejit as the current crop of so-called highnesses, but we could at least vote them out of office every once in a while.Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1057152002368587202003-07-02T15:20:00.000+02:002003-07-02T15:20:02.333+02:00Today's topic: Worrying about inadequacy
I've just finished a mail to the local Dyrebeskyttelse, Society for prevention of cruelty yo animals. They are having an adoption drive, trying to find new homes for cats and kittens. Since we will be living in a house with a garden, hubby and I have talked it over and we agree we would like to adopt a kitten.
Now I worry if we will be accepted as Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-105705863396105762003-07-01T13:23:00.000+02:002003-07-01T13:23:53.920+02:00Today's topic: Sounds in the city night in summer.
It is now so hot we have all the windows open all the time. As a result, we hear the life going on outside at all hours. Last night I was twitching around in bed, trying to sleep, and I started noticing all the sounds surrounding our house....
* the swallows, feeding their babies, above the living room window
* cell phones ringing and people Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1056979317330016072003-06-30T15:21:00.000+02:002003-06-30T15:21:57.266+02:00Correction!
Valletta is not the southernmost capital of Europe, Nikosia is.
So, we didn't get 20/20 after all ....
Bugger bugger Eff drat!Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-1056811741747045212003-06-28T16:49:00.000+02:002003-06-28T16:49:01.560+02:00Absolutely historical quiz night last night! (Not to mention hysterical, as Gay Pride Day was heavily celebrated by the hardcore football fans.)
Our team - for the first time with a male, ahem, member - hence the name Heroines enjoying a Hero - came in 2nd. That in itself was bloody marvellous. But in the 2nd round, we scored 20 out of 20! That's right, not a single mistake. Incredible. So here Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-960145132003-06-25T15:18:00.000+02:002003-06-25T15:18:26.650+02:00One, two, three -- SOLD! Happy happy joy joy, we sold the flat for slightly over the asking price. This means we don't have to keep it immaculate for showing at all times anymore, no double mortgages to pay for very much longer, it means I can pay off the effing student loan and poor little kidlet can splatter his legos all over the house again.Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-960124602003-06-25T13:45:00.000+02:002003-06-25T15:16:22.000+02:00Oh dear. I am not getting a whole lot of work done today.
We finally got someone to bid on the flat. There are two of them, bidding against one another as I type. Or rather, as I sit typing while waiting for the phone to ring. So far, they've bid themselves up a total of 150K NOK. It's only 50K to go till we hit out target price. The latest bid stands for another 25 minutes and so suspense is Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-958887952003-06-21T11:06:00.000+02:002003-06-21T11:07:40.000+02:00Kidlet finished 1st grade yesterday.
Wow.
That sure went fast. It doesn't seem that long ago he was still in the larval stage, being hauled around in a backpack and now he can read, write, and maintain long, philosphical discussions. (Also have short silly ones.) He has one more week to go in the "school daycare" program and then summer holidays are here.
Monday is Summer solstice. I sat Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-958234372003-06-19T13:12:00.000+02:002003-06-19T13:12:18.000+02:00Today's topic: Mattresses.
Since we are moving, I convinced hubby it was time to get rid of the water bed. Yeay!! Victory at last.
However. This means we need a new bed, and new mattresses. Mattresses in the plural because he likes his soft and squishy, whereas I would like to sleep on something only marginally softer than a wooden floor. So. We have found a bed, or at least the skeleton of Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-957873232003-06-18T13:57:00.000+02:002003-06-18T13:57:33.000+02:00We've got some birds nesting under the roof, just above our living room window. They've been nesting there for as long as we've lived there, and I think the chicks come back to nest there as well, so we have probably seen some generations of them same family by now. I don't know what they are called in English, in fact, I am not too sure about what birds they are!
They could be taksvaler, aka Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-957515552003-06-17T15:09:00.000+02:002003-06-17T15:09:02.433+02:00Today's topic: Motorway riding and reading to my son.
Topic # 1: I'm sort of split about motorway riding. Basically it is boring, you go fast in a straight line just to get from A to B when there are no interesting roads or when you are in a hurry. But motorway riding has some things going for it. You get to use the bus lane where there is one. Lots of good old fun to be had, zipping past the Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-956059432003-06-12T23:48:00.000+02:002003-06-12T23:48:49.270+02:00Oh, one more thing before I go to bed (in a Chardonnay-induced haze): Technorati is beta'ing a new blog keyword search feature.
I keyword searched "pub quiz" and was most happy to find there are a number of trivia nerd bloggers out there, not just me (at # 10, btw) :)Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-956037832003-06-12T22:41:00.000+02:002003-06-12T22:48:58.000+02:00Kidlet and I had a great day today! We took half the day off and went to visit his new school, where he'll start 2nd grade come August 18th. It was the first time I've had him as pillion on the bike, and he was great -- I hardly noticed he was there and he had a good time as well. Even though he told me that Dad goes faster. Gee, well, I'm not surprised!
The headmistress at the new school Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-955611762003-06-11T21:36:00.000+02:002003-06-11T21:37:19.000+02:00Barbarians at the gate!!!
We had a young couple over tonight to look at the flat. They seemed very interested, and more interestingly, they're pre-approved for a hefty-ish loan.
BUT.
They didn't care about the view, they didn't even look at the lovely cast-iron stoves ... all their interest was focused on the bathroom. The bathroom is vaguely spaghetti-shaped, i.e. long and narrow (so narrow inMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-955016462003-06-10T13:48:00.000+02:002003-06-11T21:39:36.000+02:00Tried resetting the archives to Monthly. The list was getting too long. Wonder if it works.
*fast forward*
Nope, not working. Hmm. Try, and try and try again etc and eventually you'll be fed up?Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-954813192003-06-09T23:32:00.000+02:002003-06-09T23:33:12.000+02:00Whoop-de-doo!
Went for a 400 km ride with Asah today. We went on my by now traditional pinse (pentecost) ride: Kongsberg --> Notodden --> Tuddal --> across the mountain and down, down, down to Rjukan. We took the old road on the east side of Tinnsjoen, and route 364 passing by Blefjell and down to Kongsberg and then straight home. Almost like last year, in fact, except I had company.
Asah's Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-954289162003-06-08T09:24:00.000+02:002003-06-08T09:24:01.223+02:00Feeling like making lists today. Probably because it has to do with organizing, while it is not actually cleaning up. So, here are some films I have liked:
Urga: Yes, there is such a thing as Mongolian comedy.
Delicatessen: A French (very!) black comedy about post-apocalyptic cannibals. The opening credits are amazing, it looks like it is done in just one sweeping shot.
Underground: YugoslavianMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-954151292003-06-07T23:27:00.000+02:002003-06-07T23:29:35.000+02:00Shit! Shit fuck EFF!
Hubby's put all my favourite books into storage! Among them, William Gibson's latest novel, Pattern Recognition. I had been waiting for it to arrive in the stores for what seemed like ages, so when I bought it, I read it straight through and I wanted oh so much to start re-reading it tonight.
*sigh* Stuck with the trashy paperbacks, I am.Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-954103282003-06-07T20:10:00.000+02:002003-06-07T20:10:26.730+02:00Bought myself a new toy today: A digital camera! Wa-a-a-a-y cool.
Took camera and kidlet out for an evening bicycle ride. I had completely forgotten about today being Oslo Music Day and so we got treated to live music, what a lovely surprise. We sat in the park, eating ice cream, and listening to angels singing a cappella. I also finally got around to taking pictures of the old, worm eaten deadMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-953215832003-06-05T13:09:00.000+02:002003-06-05T13:09:26.406+02:00Read Wired today, an article about blogs. A quote: Your own personal site becomes an extension of your memory, as in Vannevar Bush's vision of the Memex, but your memories also become part of the Web's collective intelligence. That, in turn, reminded me of one of the earliest mindlessmess blog entries, where I thought of a blog as yet another brain extension device.
What I didn't think about wasMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-952787662003-06-04T13:18:00.000+02:002003-06-04T13:18:19.000+02:00Our apartment was advertised on the net on Monday. So far 6 people have called, and we're "showing it" on Sunday. Wheeee. Exciting!
I can't get over how nice it looks in the pictures. The colours are a bit off, though. There is NO pink in the living room, nor is our bedroom painted that screaming baby blue colour. But it looks nice, roomy, airy and above all tidy.
Hee hee. The real estate agentMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-951474372003-06-01T10:50:00.000+02:002003-06-01T11:24:34.000+02:00Since we bought The House and are getting ready to move, I find myself thinking more and more about places. In some ways I am like a dandelion (kidlet and I spent yesterday de-weeding mother-in-laws garden), I have put down roots most places I've lived and also in some places where I have been only a short while. Besides our neighbourhood here (which deserves a blogging entry of its own), there Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-950757212003-05-30T13:27:00.000+02:002003-05-30T13:27:39.490+02:00Am now sitting in an impressively clean and tidy apartment. It's light, airy and roomy and exactly the kind of turn-of-the-century apartment you'd pay AT LEAST 1,7 million for, right??
The photographer for the real estate ads was here today. Hubby and I have been cleaning and decluttering like crazy the past week. We also started boxing up some of the Stuff that abounds. Some Stuff has been Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-949824922003-05-28T12:20:00.000+02:002003-05-30T13:27:54.000+02:00Saw something unsettling yesterday. I had been downtown, hunting for a new toilet seat, when I passed the Central station. Lately, the fasade has been used as a sort of giant exposition space for various works of art. The artwork that caught my eye, was a GIGANTIC canvas with a stick figure running madly, and the text
In heaven, there will be accordions for everybody.
Scary, huh?
Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-949328622003-05-27T11:38:00.000+02:002003-05-27T11:38:40.123+02:00Turned out I did manage to auto-concuss myself while cleaning the kitchen floor. I've had a helluva headache since my encounter with the table corner and eventually went to see my doctor. He did a series of tests to rule out a brain hemorrhage (egads, not even my hypocondriac imagination had thought of that one) and was told to go home and rest up for a couple of days. And to use a vacuum Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-948037782003-05-23T23:43:00.000+02:002003-05-27T11:30:46.000+02:00My goddess, I feel like such an eminent consumer. We have had four real estate brokers by this week, and I I actually made a spread sheet comparing them (turned out to be a 30K NOK difference between the cheapest and the most expensive), So, we mailed the one we liked 2nd best and told him to match the offer of our favourite and then some -- or else. Results remains to be ssen, but I still feel Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-947301192003-05-22T12:09:00.000+02:002003-05-22T12:21:57.000+02:00Yikes! Norway's being targeted by Al Quaida! Ayman al-Zawahiri, in a broadcast on Al-Jazeera, saying amongst other things that "fires should be lit under the feet of the United States, Great Britain, Australia and .... Norway".
I wonder what we've done to be included in such august company? Some theories:
# 1. Al Quaida failed geography 101 and got us mixed up with Denmark. Denmark did take an Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-945783212003-05-19T15:05:00.000+02:002003-05-19T15:05:35.686+02:00Found a most cool digital clock, sorta, on the 'Net.
Also managed to almost auto-concuss myself yesterday. Was crawling on all fours on the kitchen floor, cleaning frantically for the real estate agents coming this week, when the phone rang. Got up to take the phone and WHACK, tried to embed the corner of the solid wood kitchen table in my forehead. I fell back down onto the floor and hubby had Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-944448292003-05-16T14:19:00.000+02:002003-05-16T14:19:28.603+02:00Holy fuck, we did it.
We actually bought a house.
Never let anyone tell you a Libra can't make snap decisions!Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-940992712003-05-10T12:08:00.000+02:002003-05-10T12:08:01.226+02:00Another dual topic day. Today's topics: Crap and newspapers (no comparison intended).
Crap: The countryside is full of it. Yesterday I skipped half my workday and rode the VFR to Elverum to hand in my application papers to the regional college. The ride up was boring and longer than I had thought -- it turned out to be a 300 km trip total. Anyways. As highway driving is boring as hell I Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-939120962003-05-07T08:17:00.000+02:002003-05-07T08:17:16.996+02:00WTF?? Did I forgot to close a tag again? Hm, half the previous post disappeared and the edit link leads to a real estate ad. Ah well.
The other house we went to look at, well, we decided against it. Too many iffy things and an alarming lack of professionally done work. Plus it turns out I know the woman who is selling it -- and let's just say we do not have a good relationship.
So, back to theMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-938001512003-05-05T16:06:00.000+02:002003-05-05T16:06:03.370+02:00Mymy. Great things are potentially happening.
Weather this weekend was godawful, no bike riding for neither adults nor children. So we went house-hunting instead. Looked at one huuuge house but decided against it. It was too far away (an hours drive from where we live now) and it was too much of a fixer-upper. It also sat on top of a hill that would require four wheel drive in winter and that Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-934160002003-04-28T21:20:00.000+02:002003-04-28T21:21:33.000+02:00Spent the weekend away, with all my colleagues, at an island some 260 kms to the south of Oslo. I rode the VFR down, while the tech boss guy kept me company on his vintage GSX. The ride was fun, we took the old highway to Sande, up across Hanekleivane and then over Siljan to Porsgrunn, where we rejoined the highway for some easy transportation. Turned off and hit the coastline at Risør. I was allMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-931041852003-04-23T12:32:00.000+02:002003-04-23T13:11:36.000+02:00Two subjects for today: Buds and traffic roundabouts.
Buds: Never mind the Darling Buds of May. I quote the late, great Norwegian author Bjoernstjerne Bjoernson, and say with him that I'll choose April. Here goes, in my rather awful and improvised translation:
I choose April!
in it, the old fades away
and the new gains footing.
It causes some mayhem
but peace may not be the best
but that thereMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-930432972003-04-22T15:05:00.000+02:002003-04-22T15:06:39.000+02:00Egads, I'm being stalked by shelf ads! The ad strip on top of this page seems to be a semi-smart thingy, ie the ads are related to things I write about. But after all the shit I went through for my shelves, you can be sure I am not going to race off to warehouserack.com to buy yet more of them.
Other than that, I did indeed get to go riding on the 18th. And various other days, chief among them Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-928277872003-04-18T10:19:00.000+02:002003-04-18T10:19:38.000+02:00I am in a total holiday mood!
Yesterday, hubby got his bike out. Ms R and her boyfriend came along, too. He had gotten his Harley out last week but her Gixxer was still up on the farm. Both bikes started after some fiddling and tweaking of batteries.
Hubby was in a GREAT mood. When his bike first fired, he came roaring out of the barn at top speed with the biggest grin on his face I've seen inMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-927240362003-04-16T18:47:00.000+02:002003-04-16T18:47:23.856+02:00Umm, yeah. Had a bad day there, didn't I?
Had a MUCH better day today, thankyouverymuch.
The bookshelves are up, by the way -- ALL of them. Even the one on the kitchen wall, the wall that turned out to be curved. So now I have nearly 4 metres x two tiers of shelf space, oh happy me.
And since the goddamn bread wouldn't rise, I made cheese cake instead. With citrus slices and orange jelly, mmmmmMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-922129432003-04-08T12:30:00.000+02:002003-04-08T12:31:01.000+02:00I think I am the stupidest person on .... maybe not Earth, but at least central Oslo.
I screw up the shelving disaster project BEYOND BELIEF.
Actually not quite true. If I had screwed up the suckers would be on the wall and not in pieces on the floor.
I fail IQ tests.
I drop motorbikes left, right and center.
I fuck up on pub quizzes.
I've got a really, really bad cold cobbing od.
AND now my Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-920403132003-04-05T16:26:00.000+02:002003-04-05T16:27:20.000+02:00New tires! Hooray!
Finally, found tires to fit the viffer. The same tires (albeit different dimensions) also fits asah's and mrg's jointly owned CBR, so I bought them a pair too.
The guy at the MC shop was ... well, not rude excactly, but brief and to the point to the point of almost rudeness. I bought the two sets of tires plus a new cover for my bike, set me back around 5000. Since I had justMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-919708452003-04-04T10:31:00.000+02:002003-04-04T10:31:18.153+02:00Today's topic: Bicycles, rather than war.
I've been riding my bike to work for some weeks now. Last year, I wrote about an episode of bicycle road rage and I am ashamed to admit it hasn't gotten any better over the winter. In fact I think biking brings out the Dark side in me.
Don't get me wrong, I am basically courteous -- I haven't run anyone down, I haven't even scared anyone (I hope). But IMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-919027522003-04-03T10:52:00.000+02:002003-04-03T10:52:47.483+02:00The war goes on. And on, and on.
Peter Arnett was fired and then hired after he was interviewed on Iraqi TV. Freedom of speech, yeay!
Kidlet's school held a fundraiser for Save the Children's Iraq drive. Kidlet is getting very worried and has nightmares more often. I showed him on the globe just how many countries there are between us and Iraq, to help calm his fears that someone would drop a Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-914049362003-03-26T12:20:00.000+01:002003-03-26T12:25:34.000+01:00American diplomacy is reaching ever new heights. The US ambassador to Canada, apparently, told the Canadian PM to get his government to shut the f**k up, while criticizing the Canadians for not backing the US war effort fully.
The US ambassador in Norway, mr John Doyle Ong, criticized the Norwegian non-compliance with US "demands" as well and made a rather unconventional speech, that to many Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-912733422003-03-24T12:23:00.000+01:002003-03-24T12:23:02.496+01:00Eff, eff, eff.
The downside to having an old bike is that there aren't a whole lotta tires to choose from in the right dimension. Apparently 110/90 and 130/80 is wa-a-a-y out of fashion.
I've tracked down a few options, now where to find them and how much to pay for them ...!
Can you tell spring is coming?
Kidlet watched the news yesterday morning and on the bus to visit his Auntie, we had a Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-910505082003-03-20T11:11:00.000+01:002003-03-20T11:11:00.623+01:00War begun last night, bombs ahoy over Bagdad.
I work next door to the US embassy, and so war manifests itself locally as well: There is no street parking available for several blocks and the usual Marines are supplemented by huge numbers of police in battle uniforms waving guns. A bit unnerving to walk into the 7-11 this morning and facing guns, trying to get my coffee.
Also, the first war Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-910065602003-03-19T20:02:00.000+01:002003-03-20T11:02:06.000+01:00Well, it seems we are on the brink of war.
I wonder when it will start.
A cynical guess: War will start, ofiicially and telegenically, sometime during prime time TV time on the eastern seaboard of the US, which will be what?, early Thursday morning here?Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-909096962003-03-18T08:24:00.000+01:002003-03-18T08:26:06.000+01:00Y E A H!!
One shelf up (three to go), hallway halfway painted. And the new colour (sort of lavender, grey-green) actually looks good, too. Unbelievable, this is the first time I haven't fucked up using only the miniature colour samples to choose paint from.
I feel extraordinarly competent.
Hubby got home, safe and sound and sans SARS, from Rome and was duly impressed.
On an unrelated note, Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-907747312003-03-15T21:29:00.000+01:002003-03-15T21:33:04.000+01:00D.I.Y. update:
Ok, so I got pretty pissed the last time I attempted to put the shelves up on the hallway wall. I have since calmed down, and learnt a lot about how NOT to put up shelves.
Factfile: The walls (bear in mind the house is 130 years old) have a brick core, some insulation stuff, the itchy kind, inbetween and on the outside are "sheets" made of plaster, these sheets are nailed to a Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-906767782003-03-14T01:08:00.000+01:002003-03-14T01:08:06.403+01:00And now it is past one at night and I definitely need to go to sleep.Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-906767652003-03-14T01:07:00.000+01:002003-03-14T01:07:41.780+01:00Oh, one more thing (not pineapple-related):
Spring arrived yesterday! The sun came out, people shed their winter coats and winter faces and the first oudoor beers and sports bikes were spotted on the main street. Happy happy joy joy!! Today, kidlet and I went down into the basement and got the bikes out. They got some chain lube and fresh air and then we went riding around the neighbourhood. I Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-906755932003-03-14T00:41:00.000+01:002003-03-14T00:43:33.000+01:00Tonight's topic: Pineapples.
When I was a kid, canned pineapples in heavy syrup was a luxury and the actual fruits themselves were only seen in pictures.
Today, I bought two fresh ones at the local cheapo supermarket for 10 kroner, or about a dollar and a half US, each. Lovely, juicy, extra sweet ones. I just finished off one and will eat the other one tomorrow, but it got me thinking.
Here IMenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-905130422003-03-11T10:45:00.000+01:002003-03-11T10:45:50.000+01:00Ah, bliss. Spent the weekend soaking in red wine and eating too much along with the Gaggle of Girlfriends. We went to one of the Girlfriends' country house, some 250 kms north of Oslo. Half the Gaggle left Thursday, the rest of us followed on Friday.
Friday night the TV researcher Girlfriend roasted trout for the lot of us, and then we sat up till 3 at night, drinking, smoking, talking. TV Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589227.post-901705242003-03-05T12:38:00.000+01:002003-03-05T12:39:05.000+01:00Yikes!!! The kidlet has been playing The Sims a lot lately, or rather, we have been playing it together. I think it is a good game, it is constructive in all senses of the word, it's fun and non-linear. So we have been building houses and families together and gone on massive virtual shopping sprees, as the kidlet likes his swimming pools.
Yesterday he wanted to play again. He now knows how to Menoreply@blogger.com