h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I can't remember seeing any adverts so I guess Dad's answer was "That's your problem!"
Actually I think he just bought in on an already established dot com shopping site, called [URL removed by moderator]. Not too obvious because the shop's name is Rolland!
I just checked an found that the site was officially opened April 25. this year, by the Mayor of Bergen!

The Norwegian alcohol policy is very strickt. (strickt? am I Anglifying Norwegian words again?)
Anyway, the beer's on me.

Much obliged!

Strict/Strickt - I wouldn't worry, your English is still much better than many for whom it's a first language.

And personally, I find your Anglifications charming.

Does the Mayor have a *lot* of free time on his/her hands?

The Mayor loves to dress up in the official gear and snip over silk-bands...

I'm going to call it a week now, and sneak off early. Have to go and buy new shoes for the brat. She's growing so fast I'm almost considering keeping her off the food..
Have a nice weekend!
*pop*

My gods, where did that weekend go?
We've been working all weekend with the ceiling. It went a bit slower than anticipated because none of us have done any soundproofing before. As there's no one home in the upstairs apartment there's no way to test the result so far. Looks good though!

Then we finally got through the last layer of wall, and revealed an old crime. In the fifties it was quite usual that the carpenters charged for the insulation, and then skipped that operation altogether, pocketing the money. That was quite a safe scam, because who'd find out?
You had to be crazy enough to actually tear down the whole wall to get to see it......

Today they're installing a new security alarm at my workplace. Another code and password to remember...

Hey, must be a really safe building if no-one can remember the security code - should really cut down on workplace thefts!

I had an ok weekend - slept in, watched some rugby and some vids, interviewed the president of the opposition party, usual stuff...

Hey, and if your ceiling really is soundproofed how do you know there's no-on upstairs?

I can just picture it, a bunch of people standing outside early in the morning, crying because they can't get in..!
Nah, I think we can manage it ok.
Yesterday we tore down the rest of the innerwalls. This morning I had a feeling of living in a tree-cabin..! Dad didn't come up, he was exhausted from all the work we did this weekend, as we all were. I made him go home early on Sunday, after discovering that his puls was beating a wild and irregular punkrock-samba rythm.
I know there's no-one home upstairs because we haven't done anything with the bedroom-ceiling....

Nuff said.

I thought you said tearing down walls was a sign of madness?

Yes, well isn't that obvious? Sane people just don't go around tearing down perfectly good walls now, do they?

Aaarrgh!
There's a guy testing the alarmsystem here today, making us all jump in the air every ten minutes or so!
One more time and I'll go and kick him!

That won't do his 'alarm bells' any good .

Actually the tv station I work for is situated right next to the Inglewood volunteer fire station.

Their siren has to be heard all across town, so the volunteers can drop what they're doing and come post-haste to the station to the fight the fires.

We're not talking your average fire alarm here, we're talking about an air raid siren!

Which is handy when we're trying to tape a show...

Ouch! Fortunately the airraid sirens around here are only tested once a year..

The next big event is the Norwegian crownprince's wedding. There's nothing else in the newspapers or on the tv. The...
(Excuse me, while I kick this guy...)*stomp*
Where was I?
On Saturday Crownprince Haakon will marry Mette-Marit, an ordinary girl of the people. The waves have gone high on that subject..
It's so bad I've even been looking forward to the election-debates...
NZ is a republic isn't it?

No, NZ is a constitutional monarchy. Like Canada and Australia, the Queen of England is our head of state, and she is represented in NZ by the Governor-General (currently Dame Sylvia Cartwright). The GG's function is officially appoint the Prime Minister, Deputy PM, and Cabinet. The role is mostly functional and the GG or Queen takes no part in the business of government.

The only remnant of our English colonial past is access to the Privy Council in England, which can review special civil, and criminal cases on appeal from the Court of Appeal (the highest court in NZ)

"Excuse me, while I kick this guy!"

Isn't that line from Jimi Hendrix's Purple Haze?

"Excuse me, while I kick this guy!" Bom-bom-BOM-ba-DA-BOM...

Purple Haze is the colour of my headache... But you're right, there was a guitar-riff there somewhere in my mind.
I guess the Dame must cost the taxpayers some then? Figureheads tend to do that..
I haven't got much against the Norw. royalty really. At least we don't have to elect a new president every odd year. Or whatever...
I don't really care either...

Presidential elections would be a very big draw on NZ's purse strings.

The GG's salary is set by the Civil List Act. Allowances may also be granted. I don't know what the current salary is.

Any guitar riffs lurking inside your head at the moment? The Police seems to be echoing around my head at the moment...

Sending out an SOS...

Daddy dear just stopped by and dropped a parking ticket on me....
(Not quite true, I insisted to take it, he's on pensjon and working free for me, for 's sake!)

Guitar-riff of the day: Carlos Santana, ..... can't remember the songtitle....on the last album...Dododoo dododooo

That would be a frustrating riff to have ensconced in one's bonce...

dada-da-dumdum, dada-da-dumdum...
do I have to tell the story
of a thousand rainy days
since we first met
dada-da-dumdum, dada-da-dumdum...

*puts down the phone.*
*Reads through her job-description.*

Nope, it says nothing here about buying wedding presents.
The boss is getting married this Friday. As I'm the only one who's not out working with costumers, everybody looks at me when it comes to fix things like this. I bought a painting for a co-worker that turned forty last week. I hope I won't have to do that again!
and if I may say so..

Maybe I'll send them on rafting. They'll hate that..

Or send them somewhere only one of them likes, and the other really hates.

Somewhere along the line, I imagine someone asked you to do something of this nature, and you demonstrated a natural talent for it. This usually means they ask you to do it again. And again.

Do you have an innate gift for gift-giving?

I have immaculate and expencive taste apperantly...
They tricked me into buying the xmas presents last year. I only bought things I liked myself.
Shouldn't have done that, should I....

Does this behaviour manifest itself beyond the office?

Does someone in your household end up receiving a lot of power tools and associated carpentry paraphernalia?

Oh you know, I've trained my household members well..! It's all about getting the channeling right...
Now I'm off to the other side of the town to get a gift for the happy-couple-that-have-everything. I've ended up on a gift-card for the cultural event of their own choice. Concerts, theatre, ballet, whatever takes their fancy the next year or so. Costs a fortune, but the company pays for it, so why not..
Have a , make yourself comfortable, I won't be long.