Freeday 20 August 1999
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Pic of the day: The McDonalds outlet of today's diary.
So I spent last evening working on our presentations, or mainly on the presentation of Ageless Girl. For new readers (if any), she is a fellow instructor and a long time coworker of mine. She is also one of the nicest, most polite and thoughtful women I have met. That is quite enough for me, there is no erotic interest in this. She's not married, but she may well be engaged for all I know. I never asked. (We have been talking in the in-between days too, though mostly we have stayed cooped up with the talking penguin.) Afterwards, we went out to eat on Mama Rosa. This wasn't my choice, but it would have been if I could. I far prefer Italian food over any other, and in particular pasta. This time I ate herb-filled pasta in a cheese sauce. According to the menu, there were four different types of cheese; but if so, there was very little of each. While I rarely resort to the supplied extra parmesan, I must admit that I did this time. I'm not able to read Italian, but the stuff was called something like "agnilotti" or some such. I had not the faintest idea how to pronounce it. But I picked up somewhat on the "frommagio" bit and I definitely got what I ordered. Actually, Ageless Girl now has an age, 34. But she still doesn't look it, despite her 50es hair style. Put on her a dress, and voila: Time machine. Her hair style is much like Sue in the earlier issues of Fantastic Four, but she has a warmer smile.
Maybe I find something to say about human emotions another time.
Today I went to McDonalds to have lunch. While the Kristiansand branch has lots of Asian girls, the one here had only males, that I could see. White and black young males. (Actually more like pink and brown, but you get the idea.) Thanks to the superior Norwegian primary education, I had no trouble ordering exactly what I wanted. I said "One McFeast Burger and one medium strawberry milkshake" and I got that without further questions. No questions about fries with that or cola or such. Obviously John S. Novak's script theory for burger shopping does not work here.
Having recently tasted both, I must admit that the Whopper over at
Burger King is noticably more tasty. I would not be surprised if
there was room for a Burger King in Kristiansand by now. The city
is growing fast for its size (ca 1000 new inhabitants a year) and
the large McDonalds building is often pretty much full. Given that
there are several each of Italian and Chinese restaurants, plus the
usual selection of other ethnicities, there should definitely be room
for two big burger sites. The small, shoddy street-corner sites with
frozen pre-fab burgers don't pose much of a competition.
I'm back in the Chaos Node now, had a peaceful train ride. The signals fell out for a while due to thunderstorm, so we were 25 mins delayed. I doubt I would have caught the earlier bus anyway. Sometime during the trip (perhaps while dozing) I lost a 20 kr coin, but the skinny goth girl in the seat behind me picked it up and gave it to me before we left the train. I have yet to meet a goth who wasn't nice, then again I have only met girls so far. |