First truly free Sunday! Yay!

I left Flekke yesterday morning, with Dwight and Aura. We had to catch the 8:45 bus and D. was supposed to pick me up at 8:15, but when he didn't show up by 8:17 i knew he'd overslept. Walked to his home and, indeed, he was still in Morpheus' arms. We ended up arriving at the bus stop at 8:35. I slept all the way on the bus and only woke up when we got to Rysjedalsvika. Once on the boat, i fell asleep again.

It rained all the way, and it was raining when we arrived in Bergen at around noon. I went straight to Anita's, left my luggage and went out again to rent a DVD from the DVD bank. Watched "Blade Trilogy" or something like that, with Wesley Snipe and the big sister from 7th Heaven. Silly movie, but funny takes: 70s action films with weird camera angles and lots of special effects. It passed the time.

My taste in movies horrifies all my friends, i know. Gotta live with it. Anyways, the DVD bank is a great idea: if you return the movie within 3 hours of having rented it, you pay only 10 kroner.

I seem to have been very tired, too. Slept since 4:00 pm yesterday till 8:00 this morning, right on the sofa, waking up only once, at around 2:00 am, to go to the loo. In the morning i showered, started reading "El anatomista", by Federico Andahazi (best novel i've read in a long time! Just finished it now.) and went to rent another movie. This time it was "A Dirty Shame", by John Waters, the guy who made "Pink Flamingos" back in the 70s. Anyway, it's A MUST SEE! I laughed my head off. One of the most memorable scenes comes towards the end: it features David Haselhoff (as David Haselhoff!) taking a dump in an airplane toilet. Until that moment, neither him nor planes of any kind have been part of the plot (although there was one incidental reference to the Knight Rider) so the whole thing comes totally out of the blue. Anyway, as David craps (don't worry, the camera only focuses on his face), the bottom of the plane breaks and the contents of the septic tank tumble through the air. The camera follows this mass of feces – luckily not too closely, but close enough for us to see that it freezes over as it falls (interesting bit of totally-out-of-place realism there). Finally it hits a man on the head, knocking him down, giving him a concussion and turning him into a sex addict. Neither David Haselhoff nor the plane appear again in the movie.

Four paragraphs for a day and a half of holidays, half of one referring to David Haselhoff and his crap. Can't be too good a sign.

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As i wait to board the plane that'll take me to Stansted, i'm just remembering a thought that came to me while on the bus to the airport, earlier today. I found myself pondering that everything is all right in the world, that even suffering and the worst injustices will be redeemed or explained at some point. It shocked me that i was considering such a reactionary idea, and bordering on the religious, too! Perfect for being subverted to support the status quo. Thing is, the only way pain can be redeemed is if we do everything possible to stop it, but we're not very good at it yet. I think there are signs out there that humanity is maturing, beginning to transform all its pains and whimsies into compassion and reason. I don't know.

Anyways, they're calling us aboard, now. Gotta go.