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You know you're a child of the 80's when...

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...you pass this sign for a family parking space in a garage and mistake the pram for Pac Man.
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Say cheese with John Cleese

John Cleese has divorced (again).
Normally, there's nothing funny about divorces, but this one is going to cost Cleese $20 million. That's still not funny. At least not to him. The rest of us, however, can get some really entertaining moments out of it. You see, Cleese has decided to raise some money by going tour and, in his own words: raise a few thousand there and a few hundred here.

The world premiere of the "John Cleese - How To Finance Your Divorce Tour" took place in Oslo on October 2nd. Afterwards he went on to visit some other Norwegian cities, before returning to Oslo for a second performance on October 10th.

I'm not going to call myself the world's biggest Monty Python fan, or John Cleese fan, but I do love some of the stuff he's done.
I've seen him here once before, but that was a lecture on creativity. Having heard that this tour was supposed to be something completely different (*snicker*), I decided to go and see the show.

After having done the expected bitter bit about his ex-wife, he went on telling anecdotes from both his personal- and professional life, supplemented by pictures and video clips. He even got to show some rare footage, which apparently was wiped from the tapes at BBC but found again by a Swede, from pre-Python years.

At the end of the two-and-a-half-hour show (including a 20 minute intermission) Cleese invited the audience to ask him questions. And none of those California kiss-ass questions as he so gently put it. No, he wanted som rude and unexpected questions. A couple of people even got to go up to him on the stage. I think that shows a man in touch with his audience. A man who might only do the show to raise enough money to pay off his ex-wife, but also a man who seemingly enjoys meeting and interacting with fans.

So... If you do enjoy the humour of John Cleese, and he's touring near you, I can really recommend a visit. My cheeks (yes, the ones in my face) really hurt from laughing when I left :D.

Waffle Thursday...

...on a Friday.
Waffles are huge in Norway. I don't mean they're physically huge (although you might get that impression from the picture below), but a lot of people enjoy them and I don't think I've met somebody who can't make waffles.
I remember the waffles I had as a kid... We didn't have them very often, but when we did, I would only powder them with cinnamon and some sugar :yum:.
Nowadays, when we're blessed with waffles at work every Thursday, but no cinnamon, I've had to re-think my topping which has resulted in a small amount of strawberry jam crowning them.

Many Norwegians, however, put all kinds of different things on their waffles. Extra butter, sour cream and brown cheese are probably the most common things.
I have a colleague who enjoys mixing all that together.
Here's the waffle she had yesterday:On the top two hearts theres a touch of sour cream on a bed of strawberry jam. On the bottom two hearts there's brown cheese covering some more strawberry jam.

So... Do you eat waffles often? And what do you have on yours?

Promp! Plask!

I was out looking for a present for my godson who just turned four. On my way to the toy store, I passed a book store presenting lots of children's books in the shop window. Even though he can't read (well, not Norwegian anyway), I saw some pop-up books and remembered how I used to love those as a kid and decided to stop and glance on what they had.
That was pretty scary...
Apparently, kids today are supposed to learn to go the toilet with the help of a pop-up book!
And what's a bit more disturbing than them actually writing the sounds that would be heard when having a bowel movement in colourful speech bubbles, is learning the children to hang the toilet paper the wrong way! :insane:

I bought him Lego.

Not-so-goodiebag

A couple of weeks ago, I was invited to a sneak opening of a design store here in Oslo.
The store is originally Swedish, and mostly sell things from unknown designers. Everybody can apply to have their stuff sold in the shops, and each week new items are selected.
I often find little fun things there, and it's a perfect place to find a present or three in - whether it's a matchbox with quotes from a famous, somewhat bombastic, Swedish TV-guy, lego ear rings or an embroidery set with quotes like "You say tomato, I say fuck you!".

My anticipations were high when I read in the invite that everybody would be given a goodie bag together with the champagne and snacks. I mean - with so many cool things...
Well. Here's a picture of what we got:We got a bag, a copy of Elle Interior (the Norwegian edition), a bottle of water and a small round plastic thing with a hole in it.
The bag is ok. The magazine I gave away. Water can always come in handy, but what the heck was that little round plastic thing?

As I found out (thanks to the infocard also included in the bag, but not on the picture), it's a thing for hanging up your dishcloth (as shown here with my Clint dishcloth - also bought at that shop once...).


Yeah... Well, the champagne was good :yes:

Double life

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If you're going to lead a double life here on My Opera, here's a few tips:
1) Don't choose the same picture for both accounts. Even adjusting the background on one of them could give you away!
2) Don't choose the same nick for both accounts. Even adding a number to one of them could give you away!
3) Concider the odds for your two accounts to show up next to each other on the front page showing everybody your totally different answers to the same question:Failure to follow these tips might end in a :sing: Burn!

Misfit

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I never thought I'd write a post about feet :eyes: but here's a strange thing I notice every year when the temperature rises to sandal-wearing level.
People (mostly women), mostly over a certain age, squeezing their feet into footwear that's clearly too small.
Here's an example - a woman standing in front of me at the cash register in the supermarket:What is this? I can't think of anything that could explain why anybody would want to walk around like this. It can't be comfortable, and it surely doesn't look good.
Unless... it's a case of reversed footorexia (thinking that your feet are smaller then they actually are). If so, is it curable? :worried:

Plus one

I'm the first to admit that I'm lazy, but I think I might have met my superior when it comes to laziness... :eyes:

Over here it's common to let your neighbours know when you're going to throw a party by putting up a note in the entrance. The note usually contains the usual

It's my birthday/final exam/any other reason to celebrate and will have a party on Saturday at 20:00. There might be some noise - call me if it gets too loud.

Earlier last week, a note was put up so the rest of us could get mentally prepared for the possible noise that would happen on Saturday night.
But then on Friday, another note appeared:The first note has included all the usual yada-yada, while the second one has an arrow pointing up to the first one and simply says "Me too!!!" :lol:
What a great idea! If I'm having a party on the same day as somebody else, I'm just going to put up a note that says +1. :D

Shoes on a string

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Yesterday, while taking a walk in the neigbourhood, I saw something I've only seen in American movies before... I remember hearing that shoes hung up like this means there is some drug activity nearby, but could that really be true in this case?
I've seen 3-4 places with shoes in a couple of different streets, so I'm thinking it's either:
a) art
b) bullying
c) somebody getting rid of their shoes (but that doesn't add up... I mean who would want to do that :insane:?)
And what's the difference between one and two pairs hanging there?
I'd love to hear your ideas.
:D

Syttende Mai

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This post is almost a week late, but I figured I'd post it anyway...

On Sunday, May 17th, it was Norway's birthday, also known as the Norwegian Constitution Day. Or simply Syttende Mai.

The day is celebrated like there's no tomorrow here. For immigrants and tourists the day might seem a bit... overwhelming, since everywhere you look there are Norwegain flags and people in traditional bunad.

On Karl Johans Gate - Oslo's main street that goes from the central station up to the castle - there is a huge parade consisting mostly of school children and marching bands, making their way up to the castle to wave to the royal family.
As you can see from the picture, this is something lots of people want to see, and it's definitely nothing for the claustrophobic.

However, the atmosphere is very festive all over the country, so if you ever plan on going to Oslo on May 17th, you're in for a party!

One year, I did venture down to Karl Johan to watch try to watch all the hullabaloo, but since then, if I'm in the country, I spend the day with friends - starting with a champagne breakfast...
...And that's what I stuck to this year, too. :D
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