Author: Mirthful

Ooh, I forgot:

Yesterday when we were buying cider at Systembolaget I was asked for id. It’s been so long that the lady had to ask three times before I understood what she was after. ID? You mean I look like I’m not yet 20?

Ok, so when L and I, Friday evening, discussed what age I might possibly claim to be come thursday we agreed that 14 was probably as far as I should stretch. However, I didn’t actually think that it was visible as such.

Crikey. The last time someone asked me for id was at TGI Fridays in Swindon a couple of years ago, and at that point I assumed it was because I was in the company of B, who they refused to believe was over 21 as she’d left her id at the hotel (L: “I’m her manager. She’s got a degree. She has to be more than 21.”), and that they just figured it was easier asking us both than differentiating.

So. That gave us something to laugh about yesterday.

Voice in my head: Vonda Shepard – I Only want to be with You

Today L and I have been blown about in Arvika. It was just incredibly windy. Apparently, some houses up by Torsby lost their roofs. And I still suspect I’m on the verge of a cold or something, after the walk in the wind my throat hurt (some Strongbow has temporarily fixed that).

Last night we went to “Restaurangen” and enjoyed some capital blues. Funnily, a local band, The Back Wood Band (which is a really cool name, I just hope the pun is intended…) played a sort of warm-up to some band from Texas, but the local band was just WAY better. They had proper drive and a beat that made it impossible not to tap your foot and let your shoulders and hips and whatever else was movable follow the rhythm. The Texans on the other hand, were, you know, simply boring. They didn’t play badly at all, there was just not much spirit it it. So, if you’re near Arvika or The Back Wood Band come to a place near you, go see (listen). If you’re in Texas… no, lets not go there.

Oh, and on the train over here I got that trigger working. Yay me.

Voice in my head: Bjørn Eidsvåg – Skyfri Himmel

It’s catching.

Boys are … strange creatures. On the other hand, so are women. Sometimes it’d be nice to know what I want before I try to get it. It’s very hard to discuss with someone the “what do I want?” bullshit that I tend to feel the need to discuss when I don’t actually know what I want. It’s rather tricky to be tired of being single, but at the same time entirely too picky…

Maybe I should try to have a meaningful relationship with my vibrator. We get along great and we’ve got a great sexual relationship… but there’s just no communication…

Er, right.

What’s up?

How come people keep doing this to me.

How come I keep being so picky? Now there’s a good question for you.

Voice on the stereo: Doris Day – When I Fall in Love

1. How many houses/apartments have you lived in throughout your life?
Not counting the seriously temporary and short-term ones (such as a month in a hotel in The Gambia while we were looking for a house, two months at my parents’ in between properly living in Trondheim and moving to the UK), I count 16.

2. Which was your favorite and why?
I like where I live now. It’s mine.

3. Do you find moving house more exciting or stressful? Why?
Stressful, yes, but more exciting. New places, new faces, new chances to decorate and rearrange furniture to get it just right.

4. What’s more important, location or price?
Location, though price is obviously an issue (and a big one).

5. What features does your dream house have (pool, spa bath, big yard, etc.)?
Library! And a sea view. Other than that: Big kitchen and somewhere to sit outside (and/or a conservatory) would be nice.

Voice in my head: Avril Lavigne – Nobody’s Fool

What are you supposed to do when you need a trigger that checks for a certain :NEW value and then selects some data and calls a procedure if you can’t check for :NEW values in statement triggers and a row trigger makes the table mutating?

I have a solution, but it’s cumbersome. I really need this done by tomorrow morning. Pft. And Fame Factory is on at half past eight. I think I’ll bring the laptop home and write triggers while watching Fame Factory.

Voice in my head: Elton John and George Michael – Don’t Let the Sun go down on Me

…of all things, football. The Norway-Luxembourg game. That’s what you get for having fathers around. Actually, to say I’ve been watching is a bit of an exaggeration, I spent most of it with my nose buried in a book, but apart from that, I must have been one of the very few people in Norway (one of the very few people anywhere, come to think of it, Luxembourg having what, 400 000 inhabitants or thereabouts?) rooting for Luxembourg. Unfortunately, though the Norwegians made a mess of it they still won.

Pity.

Voice in my head: Whitesnake – Here I go Again

Nettavisen have done their annual “Norway’s Sexiest” and published the results for males today. Pathetic, that’s what. Ok, so I can see the points in favour of one or two of them (Jon Almaas is cute and funny, at least, not sure I’d call him sexy, though), but for the rest? Pathetic.

Some of them I don’t even know. It all comes of watching BBC Prime instead of the Norwegian channels. And why have they chosen to “print” pictures where you can’t actually see the person properly, I wonder? Now, who, for example, is Christer Falck?

And what does he actually look like? I’ll admit to his eyes being lovely, but is that enough?

Pathetic.

Sexy? This is sexy:

Or this:

Or, considering Nettavisen really needed to find Norwegians for their list:

Voice in my head: Rod Stewart – Do ya think I’m sexy (oh, please, someone, turn him off!)

This is one of those days. I’m feeling a lot less shitty after a somewhat longer night of sleep than before, but I’m still tired.

And’ I’ve done absolutely nothing today. At least, that’s what it feels like. I know, rationally, that it is a lie, because I have done some things. For example I have changed the tag for a field in one of our forms (it asked “Can the candidate hold his breath for 45 minutes?”, we figured that the “minutes” bit might just possibly have been a typo). And some other things. I have certainly done a lot less than I ideally should have, but I have done things. It just doesn’t feel that way. It feels like I’ve stared dumbly at the screen for most of the day, rather than for a few seconds (or possibly minutes) every time someone distracted me.

However, the day is about to get better. My father’s in town, so, naturally, we’re meeting at The Dubliner in an hour and a bit. That is a very cheering thought. Now let’s see if I can manage to do something constructive (like actually fix a bug or two) before I pack up. Doubtful, but I will have a go.

Voice in my head: Chris Rea – Auberge (the accompanying video happens to be one of my all-time favourites – I don’t know much of the song, though: “Speak up, Chris – I can’t hear you on the verses…”)

If I’m actually coming down with something rather than just being generally out of sorts because of lack of sleep, going out in the rain and wind and getting soaked through may, in retrospect, not have been the best idea ever. It felt good, though. Why this hang to get soaked by cold rain every now and again, I wonder?

Voice in my head: Jo Nesbø (Di Derre) – Kråka på taket