This weekend I visited my friend Ada. She’s currently stationed in Lillehammer at a school there called Nansenskolen / The Nansen Academy. It’s named after the semi-famous to famous norwegian explorer Fridtjof Nansen who is a Norwegian delegate to the Justice League. It was really cool and everyone there are going to be superheroes or evil geniouses.
Getting there
Getting there was a real pain in the ass and I really wish I could either fly really really fast without any effort at all or be invisible. The traintrip lasted for two and a half hour on a shitty train which ran on shitty tracks. There were as usual kids screaming and running about with obviously unfit parents “watching” them. Luckily one of those nice =Oslo magazine sellers was on the trainstation before the train left. She sold me the newest edition of =Oslo magazine so I had that to read in addition to Sandman #5. It was an interesting subject regarding the lie of life (lies that you need to be able to live). There’s a quote from Henrik Ibsens play Villanden / The Wild Duck printed on the cover “If you take away the lie of life from an average human, you take away his happiness at the same time“. If you live in Oslo or are passing trough I stronly recommend you to get this edition, it was very good!
SUPERPOWERS!!! & Arnold & Predator
Speaking of flying and invisibility; me and Ada had the discussion about which superpower we’d want the most. I think I want to be invisible most of all. Sneaking around is awesome! I also hate myself (but not very much) for not remembering what kind of superpower Ada wants, but she wants to be Arnold Schwarzeneger without steroids. Then the conversation spun off to Predator. We discussed back and forth wether Arnold or Predator is the most awesomest ninjacreature. Ada was on Arnolds side because he won in the movie. I was on the Predators side because predators fucking kicks ass! The only reason that Arnold won was because there was a lame as guy writing the manuscript or the director decided that it wouldn’t be good if the Predator won. I won the discussion because Ada agreed that Predator was a totally unrealistic movie and that a Predator would in real life kick Arnolds guvernor ass all the way down to Texas. And the real proof that Predator wins?
Lillehammer
Lillehammer is a freaking cold place. I’m sure it’s about -15 degrees celcious there right now and that’s freakin’ cold. In Oslo we’re still on + side thank God. We’ve got happy sunshine and a bit warmth. I’ve been to Lillehammer a couple of times before. One time in the middle of winter and another time at spring. Both times it was COLD. Freakin COLD. Not that cold, but cold. Lillehammer is a nice place though. It’s a city/town that lies at the side of a hilllooking down into a valley and over to a hill on the other side. It was beatiful when covered in the colors of fall. It also happens to be beautiful at springtime when everything is turning green and the snow melts.
Saturday night LIVE!
We spent the entire saturday watching sexploitation and exploitation movies (mostly sexploitation). Among the movies were Russ Meyers Up! which I’m not quite sure what’s about, but there seem to be a murder and alot of huge knockers and spanking of Adolf. There was also another Russ Meyer movie, Beneath the valley of the Ultra Vixens, which was about everyday life in some small town involving lots of huge knockers and a murder. Of course we also had to see a Jess Franco movie, among Adas collection we chose Barbed Wire Dolls as it seemed like the most promising except for ILSA which we’ve seen before. I can’t really remember anything else happening saturday. I was introduced to some of the others at the school and got to check out some of their facilities (like the toilet and their couches).
Sunday
When I woke up at sunday Ada had already been out jogging for a half-hour or something. We went down to eat breakfast, I ate slices of bread with ham, jam and cheese and had a couple of glasses of milk. Milk is always nice! Then we decided to walk around in Lillehammer and get ourself a cup of coffee at 7/11 which was the only thing open. I got myself a nice cup of coffee a couple of more slices of bread and I got the chance to try the newly introduced COKE ZERO! It’s better than Coke light, but worse than regular Coke. I don’t even really like Coke that well (except for when I’m having pizza or stuff like pizza, like hamburgers). Coke Zero is certainly more manly than Coke Light which is very much wus-like. The only thing that really turned me off about Coke Zero is that it says “Real taste - Zero sugar!” That just killed the whole manly man-man concept and made it just as metrosexual as Ken.
After our little trip around Lillehammer (which lasted for about 45minutes - 1hour) we sat down and watched Zombie Flesh Eaters on the bigscreen in the auditorium at the school. We had to rearrange some chairs and get a couch from another room but it worked out fine as soon as we found the powerswitch for the DVD and stereo. Then we sat down and enjoyed zombie carnage! Zombies fucking rocks. Except for zombies the movie had ugly bitches and a cool soundtrack, definitely worth to see if not to have in your collection. The cool name is also a very good reason to see it.
Going home
Then the trip was over. I had to get down south to Oslo again. 2 and a half hour on a train with _nothing_ to read and my iPod is still fucked and won’t recharge. After about 1 and a half hour a nice old lady sat down next to me and talked trash about the railroads, I liked that. When I finally were back in Oslo the next bus home wasn’t moving before about 30 minutes so I decided to take a taxi home. I usually take place in the front seat when I’m riding alone and usually the taxidrivers don’t mind that. But this taxidriver was all weird and didn’t want me in the frontseat, I almost wanted to wait for another taxi to show up but I decided to get in the back of the cab instead. All in all it’s better than the bus.
I’m truly sorry that I don’t have any photos from the trip, but I was really lazy and didn’t care enough to take my camera out of the bag.
