Ooooww...that light sabre really hurts!

Episode III: A Lost Hope

Yessss... see it here. Seeing as there has been a little Star Wars bashing going on in the comments pages, why not take a look at the 6 minute alternative to Lucas's epic? By the way, the pregnancy test scene is not for the easily offended. You have been warned.

Go over the the dark side here

Kim shows class

17th of May on the high seas

Kim fired this one off to me the other day during one of her brief onshore spells. In celebration of Norwegian national day, the passengers and her good self decided to dress inappropriately and attack the Alaskan shoreline. Actually they were visiting a town that has a celebration for 17th of May due to the resident folk of Norwegian descent. (Please note, the extra helmets required no fastening devices to stay fixed to Kims...assets.)
Kim at Sea

Minor work developments

...and I do mean minor. Had a meeting today with the key players for next semesters full implementation of the net publishing system for Journalen, the HiO's online newspaper. They were feeling pretty shell-shocked to realise that no decision had been finalised yet with my position as they have to know now to be ready for the rush at the end of August. (Training, admin routines, etc. have to be developed and implemented by...well, who knows?)

This should all come to a head at the general staff meeting in a couple of days. I'll be in attendance and I'm looking forward to seeing the lid blow off this pressure cooker (in a totally non selfish, unbiased, not at all bitter kind of way of course).

On the town

Cocaine for babies

Rannveig and LC joined me for the commute yesterday so they could get in some serious cafe hopping with Cathinka in Oslo. Whilst I slugged it out in the office, the ladies swanned around town getting high on sugar and caffeine.

Rannveig snapped this one as Linnea Clare discovered the joys of a balloon for the very first time at T.G.I. Friday's whilst Cat and Rannveig tucked into burgers.

Oskar returns

As expected, pretty puss Oskar came wandering back home to Munkebakken this morning our time. He probably managed to get himself garaged in somewhere and was keen to make up for the lost 48 hours worth of eating time.

David reports that following second breakfast, Oskar retired to the master bedroom to sleep (probably with all four legs straight up in the air because he ate so much.)

Wisdom never goes out of date

"It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practise either of them."
-Mark Twain

Not pretty even then

Stu and Bimbo show why they avoid cameras

This one is courtesy of Mr Khun, again from the infamous surrealist dive trip trip in April 94. It's been a while since Kim had her spot up here and seeing as she has recently celebrated her birthday whilst out at sea dodging icebergs and stroppy tourists, I thought it was time to mark the occasion.

We should be getting back on track with regular blog entries now that May is coming to a close. So, what's happening with my work I hear you all asking? Don't ask me! The mills of personnel doth grind slowly and exceedingly small. Still no word as I enter the last weeks of my contract. Beyond a joke, I know, but that's the way it is. More on this another day.

Rannveig has at least achieved something concrete for us all by securing a nanny for the preciousssss. Sadly, my good lady wife will be returning to the salt mines very soon and with my job situation the way it is, we have to have the contigency plans in place should we find both of ourselves in a workplace. In any case, LC needs a kindergarten of some sort to get a chance to socialise and spit up on someone else for a change.

Oskar news: David sent me an SMS today asking if I know of any regular haunts that Oskar hangs out at. He's went out on Saturday afternoon and hasn't come back yet. (Oskar, not David)

Given that Rannveig saw Oskar lounging around the local reception hall's back garden and doing his slutty best to charm anyone who came within range during Saturday afternoon, I'm not exactly in panic mode. Probably been temporarily adopted, locked into a garage (he'll never learn) or found his way to some location that he shouldn't be in, one of his great talents.

Many of us worry about the puss, so I keep you all up to date with developments.