EuroLeague

I am watching basketball on Channel 14, SportN. Narrated in Norwegian, courtesy of Viasat. Barcelona is playing Tel Aviv. That's right: Regal FC Barcelona is playing Maccabi Electra and killing - sorry, Israel. Maybe it's because Electra was fraudulently admitted the the Euroleague, being from a place that is not actually in Europe and all. Anyway, it really doesn't matter that I don't understand a damn thing that's being said, because I mostly never watch sports because I want the announcer to shut the hell up. Or maybe it's because I don't care. But my friend Sam likes to watch lots of sports, and he once threatened to rip off Bob Kostas' head if he ever saw him in person.

Hmm - well things are nice and snowy here.

From Oslo and I

It is not as cold as Milwaukee, not even close. And heating and insulation is good, so I am actually not pissed off and freezing all the time. I bought some boots, as walking around in the snow and ice has caused the soles of several pairs of my shoes to separate from the rest of the shoe. So much for craftsmanship. I need some epoxy. This is how a person fixes shoes; I learned this from my dad (thanks, Papa!).

Victor seems pretty happy and has adopted an almost exclusively nocturnal lifestyle. He sleeps under my covers during the day and conveniently wakes up for me to feed him when I get home from work. Then his whole evening is free for running around and biting things, including the new rug, toes, etc. There are also laying around on furniture and cleaning (fur) duties.

From Oslo and I

From Oslo and I

Today I went to the small lake Sognsvann, at the end of Tbane 3. Was quick to get there and a pleasant medium walk around it (coupla miles). I think it may form part of the reservoir system for Greater Oslo, so I tried not to get any dirt in there. Of course, everything was covered in snow, so you'd probably be able to tell if I messed anything up. Going home on the metro (Tbane), I was in the 10% of humans not wearing skiing clothes and carrying my cross country skis. People seem to get hit all the time with them, not in the train but when everyone gets out and is walking.

I must try this "skiing". Who knew?

Fond readers, if there are any of you, I shall leave you now. I will make a fervent effort to post more often, perhaps regarding details of a strange and seemingly unintelligible ad campaign involving vintage 50's photographs and chicken. Until next time!