It was like that when I got here it really was!

I think the posten is magic, it turned my carboard box into a cardboard ball. When I opened the damn thing all my my stuff had miraculously become dust.

Not really, everything survived the trip MOSTLY intact, although my computer case is rather bent up. Just remember if you ever ship me anything to mark the box "Handle with Care".

Everyone always wants to know how your flight was. Could any question be less interesting? I suppose it is courtesy, but what do you say about sitting on your ass at 30,000 feet for 7 hours? So here is the short of it... I read, I ate, I slept, I watched Crystal Skull, I slept, I watched Prince Caspian, and then I talked to the cute girl next to me for 30 minutes while the flight landed.

Now you might ask yourself (Kris will), "Peter, why did you wait until the last 30 minutes to talk to the cute girl you were sitting next to?" And the answer is... I am an idiot. Nothing more to it than that really.

Then I was in Amsterdam. Everyone has GREAT stories about Amsterdam, I mean, that place is just WILD. Except I spent it all in the airport, so I have nothing. Well, the customs agent said hi, that was pretty exciting.

I did talk to the guy in front of me in the customs line when I heard him mention Rhode Island to someone else. Apparently he lives in Warwick and went to Tollgate High School. I run into people from Warwick wherever I go, including on the Via D.C. trip. I probably ride the bus with someone from Warwick every day and don't even know it.

I arrived in Oslo to great fanfare, there was a 21 gun salute and the Swedish Bikini Team placed a lei around my neck. Why the lei? I don't know, you'll have to ask them.

Erik and Lawrence met me in the terminal, sans bikini (although I've seen evidence that Lawrence may be able to comfortably wear one). I am glad they were there otherwise I might have ended up walking to Funcom.

We ate a strange looking pizza and then I was whisked off to my new home. When Erik gave me the key I naturally assumed we were living in a Medieval Castle.

But that isn't so. It is pretty nice, besides a castle is probably all damp and moldy anyway. The building used to be dorms for factory workers in the '20s that has been converted over into flats. The outside looks pretty nice and there is a grassy courtyard for what I assume are summertime activities (please let sunbathing be an activity). Right now there is work being done on the roof, so I have scaffolding out the window (it's in some of the pictures).

My room is way, WAY bigger than I thought it was going to be, right now it echoes. Hopefully, after I get a p-number and can actually open a bank account I will head over to IKEA and get some furniture. As for now... well what you see is what you get.

That's really it for now. Coming up next episode... Frogner Park!