It’s Monday, so I guess it’s a good day to recap the weekend. But first, I’ll start off with today. Today’s plan for after-work-activities was to write a couple of job applications to increases the chances of me having something to do when my contract with NRK expires. But that just wasn’t meant to happen, and instead I went with Terje, Ola and Ole to see Charlie’s Angles: Full Throttle. It’s boobs, guns and rock’n’roll, nothing less and certainly nothing more. Seen from a movie-quality point of view, it sucks some major ass - but from a testosterone point-of-view it’s good, or at least all right. That said, it’s certainly not a movie I plan to see more than this one time. Some of the moves in the “martial arts” scenes were pretty impressive, even though you can feel the wire-work all the way. Still, impressive.

Camilla were visiting a friend in Tønsberg this weekend and she stopped to visit me on the way there on Friday. She also stayed the night on Sunday, when she was on her way back up to Trondheim. It sure was nice to see her again, but I felt it was a little hard to entertain her. Damn that missing TV, damn it to hell! On Sunday it wasn’t that hard, she was exhausted from a party on Saturday night and hadn’t been able to sleep much, so it was just a matter of getting her to bed. I read a couple of pages in my newly acquired FreeBSD book while she was sleeping. It’s a brilliant book, indeed, too bad I can’t practice what the author preaches at the moment, since I don’t have access to any of the files I need to install FreeBSD. But reading the book will give me a lot of theoretical background, which is also nice.

On Saturday I went to Gressholmen, a small island just a few minutes by boat from downtown Oslo, with Terje, Vegard and his girlfriend, Hanne. At first it was a little bit confusing with two people named Vegard, but I got used to it after a while. On Gressholmen it seems that you really don’t have to wear any clothes. We found a nice spot with other people with clothes, but suddenly realized that we had kind of stumbled into the middle of a small camp of naturists when we discovered totally nude people both to our left and right side. But they didn’t mind having us there, and frankly I didn’t mind being there either, as long as they didn’t start rubbing their oh-so-nekkid bodies against me. And they didn’t. It was a nice trip, until it started to rain. And to top it off, I had an allergic reaction to something on the island. Maybe it was the nude people, I don’t know. Anyway, it was a nice trip.