The apartment is mine.

I signed some papers today. You may now congratulate me.

Booked out of yet another hotel with a sea view

I planned to be offshore for a weekend, but ended up staying for a week. It's kind off annoying when you realize that your equipment would have been there when you arrive if it only came one hour earlier to the onshore cargo-base.

Almost, soon getting my appartement (in a year)

I've decided to buy a projected appartement.



It's finished in a year.



The extra room is for my computer, lightly inspired by Geir I and his movie/game-room.

Let them eat cake, (and color their hair purple)

Anyone who knows where I live know that there is a steep road that leads up to our house. On the top of that road there is a T-crossing, where you take right to come to us. Today I met an elderly woman in that "crossing". She had to drive back approximately 1 _ONE_ meter to let me by, but would she? Not a chance. I had to back all the way down to let here by because she apparently could not drive that car in reverse for even one meter. I say, let them eat cake, but keep them away from the roads. To be driving a car, you should be capable of driving a car both ways.

And that is where I stand regarding old women behind the wheel. Let them eat cake.

Trackmania nations

I spent yesterday playing Trackmania nations. It's free, it's good and I can make my own tracks. It really has the feeling of the old stuntcar racer game. Highly recommended and if you want any new tracks, give me a tell and I'll send you some of my better ones.

Slightly cruel pleasures

The graph above is the number of visitors on the webpage for the sailingtrip I was on last year. Guess when I left.

By the way, they are still sailing.

where did my guitarplaying go?

I have at least two guitars, why can't I play like this? Wow-factor aside. It does bring some good memories though.

Traveling: the half asleep way.

To night I came home at one o'clock. Dumped my bags suitcases and tripods on the floor and went to bed. This morning I wanted to brush my teeth and opened one of my bags. How come someone put their stuff into my bag!? After slowly coming to consciousness I realized that it actually wasn't my bag... I had committed my first airport-theft. Weee! Yet another big step towards my bad-boy image.


Since I'm so comfortable with my new image I won't tell you that I went to the airport and gave back the stolen bag. (I don't need someone else's dirty underwear anyway.) My almost identical bag was luckily lying there waiting for me.

No climbing so far

The last week I've been out on an oilrig named Njord located on Haltenbanken outside the coast of Norway. It's a floater. Wich I did not realize the first day out here. You could say I got pretty relieved when I realized that it actually was the ground beneath my feet that was moving, not me starting on a serious case of sickness. Feeling dizzy and all that.


This is the first real trip I've had alone. (that last stunt-trip only counts in the "platforms-I've-set-my-feet-on"-list.) So far I've managed to overcome any obstacles I've met and I'm now moving on in a really professionally-ish way out here. The sun is shining, the snow is melting, I've got an itchy balaclava, my shoes are taking in water, the food is excellent and a man sleeps on my room when I'm out working during the day. In other words: I can't complain.


Estimated time for leaving this pile of metal is the coming tuesday.