My next-door neighbour is the guy responsible for the bomb in Oslo and the massacre at Utøya. It is a prison. But there is an ironic twist, that he is incarcerated at Ila Landsfengsel. During the occupation of the second world war it was only known as Grini, the first concentration camp in Norway. It mainly housed political prisoners, and a large percentage was transported to the concentration camps in Nazi Germany. Continue reading “crime and punishment” »
An insane man have placed poison around Oslo, hidden in little piles of sawdust, to murder dogs.
I woke up yesterday, to a flood of warnings on facebook, telling me about this deeply disturbed individual, and that several dogs had already died. Even in my grumpy pre-coffee morning haze, something smelled a little off. Continue reading “the mysterious case of the dead dog” »
Dear Amerikay -
You have some people camping out in your parks and squares. They are not so happy. Your middle classes are becoming the great, unemployed masses. It is quite simple really, it is the rat analogy. Corner a rat, and see what happens. Corner 2000 rats and see what gives. Continue reading “#occupy” »
This has puzzled me for a long time:
We invest emotions into massive companies, because they produce our computing tools.
You have the Apple fans and the – until recently slightly guilty – Microsoft followers. The MS crowd seems to have gained some confidence back recently, and they yell as loud as the macApple clan. Continue reading “great expectations, the macApple clan & the MSboys” »
I admit I don’t really keep up with Northern Irish news much these days. It’s either desperately provincial – or just plain desperate. Yes, someone planted a bomb the other day, and yes, somebody got hurt. And I’m sure the obscure rural radio show is still going on without me. So. Some things never change.
But the other day, I got tangled in a BBC-infused NI-news-net. And some old skeletons dropped out of the closet. Good old names like Michael Stone and Mad Dog Adair.
Gerry Adams and Martin McGunniess nearly had their parliamentary meeting disturbed by Michael Stone, the old rascal, who wanted to slit the throats of the Shinners. Seriously. No kidding.
Michael Stone – exceptionally bad haircut and not-a-winning personality – stuck his nose out again, and this is a good wan!
Continue reading “Northern Irelands silly ghosts. Attempted murder, hahaha!” »
I don’t read papers much anymore, I don’t have a telly.
In fact, I have been sans telly for …oh.. the main part of the last sixteen years. I had a telly the first four years, I used it as a pedestal for potted plants and asian souvenirs, considered making a fish-tank out of it, and watched, hungover, all in all four hours of the good Sir David Attenborough. I had it for months before I turned it on to figure out if it was colour or black and white. The thing is: some things on telly are good. Some first class stuff. But it is surrounded by trash. So either you turn it on – default – and accidentally bump into something good,… or… I simply forgot when to turn it on for the good stuff.
Continue reading “media – gossip central and major irony” »