Eg svara idag på ei spørjegransking på Internett. Til eitt av spørsmåla var det fire svaralternativ: “helt uenig”, “uenig”, “enig” og “helt enig”. Kan nokon fortelje meg skilnaden på det å vere “usamd” og det å vere “heilt usamd”?

This screen is obviously designed to be idiot-proof and reads in sequence these three sentences:

This utility updates the ROM image on your PDA phone
During the update the ROM update utility will :
– Allow you to update the ROM image on your PDA Phone

I read, I did and now I have a seemingly non-synchronizable Windows Mobile 6 phone in place of my old, fully functional Windows Mobile 5.

Progress!!!

Within a span of three measly weeks I have managed to have one camera stolen and another one lost! Maybe it is a sign that I ought to stop taking photos?

If by any chance you’ve found a Canon IXUS 400 in the international departures area at Oslo airport Gardermoen, I would be much obliged if you would give it back to me. But I suppose that’s a lost cause.

However, this could be an appropriate moment to introduce the first outputs from my very, very cheap replacement camera bought at Corsica last week where companions Harald, Øyvind and I went for spring holidays.

You may be surprised to read this letter as we haven’t formally been introduced to oneanother. However, as you know we did meet briefly at Dublin Airport Sunday, 13th of May 2007. I, a law abiding citizen and amateur photographer, was there with my camera. You, a bastard, were there making an exhibit of your liberal attitude towards criminal law. I left without my camera, you, sadly, did not!

I write this letter to express my worst wishes for your future. In fact, I curse you and hope you will be badly injured in a one-in-a-million exploding-camera-accident and choke on the lens until you turn an unhealthy shade of blue. If this scenario doesn’t sound too pleasant I would alternatively settle for getting the camera back. How about you give it to me eh?

Oh, and in the not entirely unlikely event that you acquired more than one camera in this manner on that date, mine is a Canon EOS 350D with a SIGMA 18-125mm lens neatly tucked away in forest-green Lowepro camera bag.

With absolutely no regards

Runar

Why do people write so much anyway? There is no call for all this insane amount of writing on a slide. Give me an illustration please, don’t kill me with tiny words!

Do not under any circumstances allow yourself to be tricked into seeing this film. Even the longest of life spans doesn’t allow for this utter and complete waste. I will borrow the words of Churchill: this is not a film to be put aside lightly, it should be thrown with great force.

• Salo or the 120 days of Sodom
• Sweet Movie
• Caligula

I believe the world wouldn’t have been a worse place had these movies never been made.

However, it also says in the mail that I am not supposed to tell anyone just yet… So forget I mentioned it will you…

Kvar dag gong eg køyrer gjennom her Fatlaberget møter eg folk som ligg framover rattet med vidopne, redde auge medan dei fordelar blikket mellom fjellsida og vegbana i eit 70/30 tilhøve.

Å køyre bil er noko av det farlegaste ein gjer. Truleg vert det ikkje betre av å ta merksemda bort frå vegen.

No er merksemda mi svært fokusert på vegen. Her skjer det nemleg absolutt ingenting. Eg er i kø. Eg veit ikkje kor lenge. Eg sit. Eg ventar. Eg er.

Det er ganske tarveleg å reise med buss. Eg hadde gløymt dette då det er mange år sidan eg nytta denne forma for transport. Eg trur det er tre år sidan sist eg reiste mellom Aust- og Vestlandet med buss.

Det virkar som om medpassasjerane mine delar oppfattinga mi. Utan at dei seier noko om det. Dei ser alle ut som om dei sit og forfattar nekrologar for nokon som dei var svært glade i medan dei levde.

Har fått eit sete med sensasjonell beinplass. Det hjelper. Passar også på å sjå bitter og inneslutta ut kvar gong bussen stansar for å ta på nye passasjerar. På denne måten vonar eg å behalde dobbeltsetet mitt i fred gjennom heile reisa.

Gulsvik Sør no. Har aldri skjøna vitsen med å operere med Nord og Sør på ein stad som er meir eller mindre usynleg for eit utrent auge.

Bussjåfør, ta meg bort herifrå – eg vil heim.