Now I need to find someone who can tell me the administrator password for the test machine.

Music in my head: Don’t Call Me Baby (Madison Avenue, isn’t it?)

Street scene, everyone looking very busy, doing at least two things at a time (driving car and reading paper…), voiceover talking about saving time and “when are you going to have the time to spend all the time you’ve saved”. Zoom in on guy sitting in a cafe, drinking mineral water, looking very relaxed and like he has all the time in the world. He gets up (relaxedly) and leaves. Punchline: “Time doesn’t pass. It comes,” (clumsily translated) is supposed to sell said mineral water.

Here’s the catch: When the guy leaves the camera zooms in on the bottle left on the table. It’s more than half-full. They’ve already made a big point of this guy being intelligent enough to take time out, so the only logical conclusion is that the water tastes so horrible that he doesn’t want to finish it…

Everyone else seems to be doing it, so to jump on another bandwagon: Is my Blog HOT or NOT?

Music in my head: These Boots are made for Walking

“Well, at least I’m awake now.”

“You’ve been awake for a while, actually. The phrase you’re looking for is “feeling less shitty”.”

“Granted. So I guess the problem isn’t whether I’m awake yet or not. In fact, the problem is that I don’t want to be awake.”

(I guess you had to be there.)

Oh, no! Just discovered that Chaim Potok died on Tuesday. A lovely obituary in The Times is no sort of consolation whatsoever.

I am looking at a picture of two little boys in dungarees, each with a ladies handbag in his hand. It’s a “poster ad” in the leaflet program for the “Gay Circus” festival which was held in Oslo a few weeks ago. I was looking through the leaflet in a cafe and brought it home because of this poster. It says: “Handbags, not cobblestones! Smack the WTO! Angry poufs with their handbags full.” *Grin*

Music in the room: You Win Again (The Bee Gees)

As “promised” I have written a bit about Norwegian politics:
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…down to your left seems to be accurate. The sun’s on it’s way down, but there’s certainly not a cloud in the sky.

Music in the room: I Know Him by Heart (Vonda Shepard)

There was a cloud outside my window for a while yesterday evening. Funny the things that can cheer you up. This cloud cheered me up, because it was such a perfect cloud.Perfect in that it looked completely unreal, like a 19th C. artist had got his brushes out and painted this big whiteandgrey fluffy thing on the blueerthanblue canvas that is the sky.

Lovely.

Music in my head: the Gorillaz v. Space Monkeys son, whatever it’s called

AND I can publish via e-mail. I rock!

That’s all I wanted to say, really.