Rico and raiders, warriors and wailers

On the flight from CPH to EWR, I had the lovely 26H. Wing, but good view from the window. Nice lady next to me. But the god damn video screen would not function. The only entertainment I had was Tetris, but after 30 minutes I tired of that too. So I was left with the moving map/flight info screen. Yay.

It is good to be back though, I do admit to such. I've already reaquainted myself with most of the crew, I guess I'll see the rest tomorrow or Tuesday.

Some people should not be allowed in public places. Dead serious. We were watching "The Expendables" on Thursday, and these two characters roll in 10 minutes late, phones ringing and talking loud. Then they start eating nachos, which is fine. Except for when you chew down on it to make it extra audible! Anger! I almost flipped out, but then I remembered it was a kick-ass movie. Really worth your watch, best gung-ho action flick in a long time.

Fishtar

Strike yesterday was a gigantic disaster of epic proportions. Staging were unorganized and were bad on communication. And the rest of the paid "stagehands" (who claimed to have worked before, courtesy of Timo Aune) didn't know what the fuck they were doing. I mean, walking away from a task cause you're tired of doing it, cause no one else is doing it? When did that become professional behavior? This was the smallest stage I have tore down this summer, and it took us the longest time not to complete it. Too small a crew and not enough experience or work ethic among the ones who were there. Utter disaster. But, I have made decent bank this summer, so I guess I cannot complain. Actually, fuck yeah I can. Working with those amateurs made me miss a Rosenborg-game, and it robbed me of my entire Sunday evening. Has anyone ever walked away because of poor working conditions?

On a happier note, thanks to Rogz and the Rein's for showing me an awesome, awesome time in Haugesund. Good vacation, no matter how short it was.

The dog days of summer in Trondheim are indeed upon us, and I have no time at all to do my stuff. That ain't true, I have some time. But not alot.

Bergen has been quite nice to us this year, and it seems as if they want us to come back for the 2011 campaign! This is pretty brilliant, I would say. From all this travelling I still get fucking annoyed by people crowding the belt for luggage after they disembark the plane. Take one god damn step back so that the rest of us can access our bags when they arrive! Tourists.

Also, I have a new laptop! Love it!

Can I?

For a man who prides himself with his writing, I sure ain't writing alot! We can blame it on too much work, not enough inspiration, too nice a summer, the BP oil-spil, malaria, you know, whatever you want to blame it on! But truth is I just plainly suck at writing these days. I don't think I'm able to transcribe my thoughts any more, at least not for now. My muse is gone. Or possibly still on holiday.

Three weeks left of la aventura de Noruegica for this time, and I'll be spending most of it on the road, in the respective order; Oslo, Bergen, Haugesund. Home for a solid week, then you know how lucky I (are) am!!! If you get that song reference, then you are most likely my dad.

Off to pack, shower and bed, leaving bright and earlye in the morning. Adios!