The unbelievable adventures beyond the border of human civilization.

First of all this is me from the present, at the moment I am sitting typing the keyboard of a crappy portable with dialup internet while a commercial including a incredibly beatuiful well tanned young woman in red underware. After writing a while I disconnected the internet to save my grandma some money.

Second of all, the plane trip was nothing like how I imagined/predicted it to be. First of all they took my shaving cream and reprimanded me for not showing them my toothpaste and hairwax while passing through the first security check, then there was a long slightly dull wait for the plain to arrive and due to the boarding pass not showing the gate number and no tv screens showing anything but commercials I had to be called up to realize what gate I was supposed to board the plane through. After that the decided that I had to check in my backpack because it weighed about 500 grams too much for me to bring it into the plane as handbaggage. After this I bought 2 tasteless pieces of pizza and 0.5 liters of watered pepsi for  15 bucks. After I finished eating and drinkin the less than mediocre meal I sat down and continued reading the last book of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series, I enjoyed it. I liked the book well enough overall except for George killing all of my favorite characters and that there was no real end to the series by the end of the book. After reading for an hour and a half I went down to my assigned gate at Værnes Lufthavn Trondheim and proceded through without waiting in line and entered the plane. When I seated myself next to an emergency exit one of the “cabin crew” approached me and asked if I knew how to open it, I answered with my usual “Huh?” and then she proceded to explain how it was done and I decided to ignore her, of course I knew how, I almost felt insulted. After reading for a while I managed to get off at the wrong airport, lost in the book I had not heard them mentioning what airport we were landing at.  After that everything went smooth and my 2 years older male cousin drove me home after we ate pizza at a restaurant. I arrived at my Grandmother’s place arround 23.45.

The next morning or rather, afternoon, I went out of bed got dressed in a hurry, ate dinner for breakfast and my first adventure proved to be disposing of a dead bird lying dead in her garden near her strawberry field, I managed with my incredible intellect to steer the dead bird onto a spade with a medium sized rock. I proceded to the never used beachline where I dropped the bird on the ground, dug a small hole. Then I looked at the bird and it reminded me of an albino, white feathers red eyes. I proceded to shove it down  into the hole and then moved the pile of dirt back into the hole covering the dead bird, then I moved a 60 pound rock ontop of the hole so that anyone should not dig it up by mistake.

My next incredible achievement proved to be mowing the lawn outside her house in about an hour for a payment of around 33 bucks I also obtained a few wounds manouvering the lawn cutting machine near her thorny rosebushes.

The day after I cycled out to my female cousin’s son, who’s about my age, we spent most of the day playing playstation, but also we went outside and there I did something that I have not done in years, I climbed trees. Lol

I spent the following days either at my friends house playing playstation 2 2 player with him or at my grandmother’s house in front of my books, the televison or talking to her or various visitors. Then my uncle and aunt arrived. The day I arrived I rented “The children of men” it sucked, it was so boring that I didn’t even finish it. The day after I rented “The Illusionist” a rather good movie in my opinion, much more entertaining than “The children of men” to be sure. The same day, my entire family arrived. My father and brother as alike each other as they are different from me, practical and good at maths, not a creative bone or drop of blood or brain mass in their entire body. Then there’s me the younger brother who maintains a blog with little success, hopes to be a writer, messes up in school and still my parents claim that my grandmother likes me better. Lol, and then theres my annoying baby-sister. They arrived at about 22.10 while I was watching “C.S.I” the episode was about a crazy pigfarmer  who killed himself and a small cult who believed in a reptile/human super race. Man the episodes are just getting weirder and weirder, I guess they’re running out of ideas or something.

I hope you all have a great summer and I will be announcing a  new blog of the week shortly.

Reccomendations: “The song of ice and fire” series by George R. R. Martin, “The malazan book of the fallen” series by Stephen Erikson, These series are masterworks within the Fantastic Litterature category, they are both inventive, thrilling, well written and surprising.

I also reccomend the movie “The Illusionist” “Where nothing is at it seems” Allthough I understood early on in the movie what the real illusion was about it was very entertaining, within the story exists the traitorous plans of a crown prince to an empire, his unwilling wife-to-be and a corrupt police detective.

I repeat, have a great summer.



This is another timestamped post.(Still fiction not prophecy)

Things are going quite well, a lot of reading, trips to the beach. Some work to do. But overall I’m doing good, and I hope to be able to write a real post soon and because I try to avoid making your reading of my posts to a waste of time. So check this site out, it’s full of funny videos of how films should have ended.

Arrival + Poetry

This is Ragnar from yesterday night talking, I’m here to inform you of what I hope will happen tomorrow. (Be warned the following is strictly fiction not prophecy)

After writing numerous posts I finally went to bed, about 8 am. Somehow when I woke up at noon I felt full of energy and very awake. After taking the bus downtown I bought several books of the Fantasy and Thriller/Crime genres, to keep me from dying from boredom late at night with nothing to do while staying at my grandmother’s house. Then I went to my favorite hair dresser to remove some of my excess hair, to avoid dying from an overly hot brain. After I had packed most of my needed stuff, I hitched a ride with a parent of my close friend to the airport. When we arrived at the airport I checked in my bags and then waited 30-40 minutes before entering the plane.

After approx. 40-45 minutes of flying the flight came to a temporary ending at “Trondheim Lufthavn” where I went off the plane, bought a pizza slice or two and a coke (real healthy meal yes I know) ate/drank it, then settled down with one of my newly bought books. After a couple of hours of waiting the plane I was gonna fly onwards with started boarding so I went down to the correct gate. After entering the plane I “fastened my seatbelt” and started to read once again. After a short flight that seemed to only last minutes due to the exciting book I exited the plane and picked up my luggage quickly thereafter my aunt drove me to my Grandmother’s house. As usual I arrived to a deliscious meal.


Life at the edge is the blog of the week for being interesting and unique.

An old poem that I wrote myself a while ago:

The mountains in the west.


The sun went down
And sat a golden crown
Upon the mountains in the west.

The jagged spires,
Looked like fires,
Upon the mountains in the west.

The creatures saw,
And gaped in awe,
Upon the mountains in the west.

The free man saw,
And noticed a flaw,
Upon the mountains in the west.

As snow did melt,
The sun was felt,
Upon the mountains in the west.

The water found a way,
To avoid the mountain stay,
Upon the mountains in the west.

As the water rushed down,
To escape the golden crown,
The mountains they fell,
Almost creating hell,
Oh yes they fell,
They crashed down I can tell.

The mountains in the west.

I’m going away from the blogging world.

I will reside at places without permanent acces to the internet and also the blogging world for the next 2 weeks or more, and this causes an insecurity in whether new posts will arrive or not that I do not like. But fear not, I will skip most of my sleep tonight to make a few scheduled posts to keep the blog going for you to enjoy.

Blog of the week

Life at the edge is the blog of the week for being interesting and unique. (Is there any way to sticky posts in wordpress ? If there is please let me know through a comment.)

Finally made the switch. Blogger -> WordPress

In my eyes blogger has been outdated a while, even after their beta project went out of beta and all that. I just couldn’t get myself to let go of the custom template I spent so many hours customizing in its time. But after getting tired of the same old look I decided that I could make the switch as well as changing the look of my blog. Allthough it’s gonna be a new look it will still be the same content meaning: Random stuff, Poetry, Fantasy Writing, Random stuff, About Me, Random stuff.

Hope you all like the new look!

A few things + The new ‘Retired’ Assasin part.

Well because I decided to start up my blog again, which basically means start writing something that I like to call creative again, I decided to write a little something for the Retired Assasin. I will probably write more parts for the Retired assasin series later, and might even come up with a better name for it, because I have an uncompleted temporary storyline at the moment. So I’m sitting here on a close to useless portable pc writing this while even the program “Word” laggs the computer, hoping that someone will read this and enjoy it. Also I’d like a few comments. For those who do not know, “The ‘Retired’ Assasin” is in the medieval fantasy genre. The weather is quite bad at the moment, but due to a trip to one of the nearest towns, I seem to have mostly whatever I would need for when the weather gets better(hopefully). I wish you all a great summer from here.

The ‘Retired’ Assasin Part 9

The young man known as “ The Beast” by his enemies was wondering wether he should rejoice over their recent victory or not. Because from what he had heard, the king’s royal guard was supposed to be a larger force than the enemy they had just fought, and the council that chose him had also told him not to count on underestimation from the King and his advisors. Maybe they were simply trying to lull him into a false sense of security, and as he thought of it they had succeded in doing that to his men, he had actually had protests when he denied their request to start a huge campfire to celebrate, also when he denied them to pursue the retreaters, something that the men, his men had made into a tradition after entering the lands of the thieves. The stench of human and horse urine alike made it near unbearable to just sit still in the camp, causing a huge amount of noise because the soldiers all tended to weapons or horses or food, the food which had to be served cold due to Rendal’s orders, causing even more protests from his men.

Despite their protests none of them would even consider going against his orders because of what had happened last time in a similar situation. Rendal had proved that his “head was in the right place” over and over again. Also many of the seemingly crowded tents were basically falling apart, and the fact that there were trees almost everywhere made it hard to see even some order among it all. The camp looked like a lot of tents assorted randomly among the trees. Except for Rendal and Sarize’s Tents and a few other tents that was placed in a perfect circle around a clearing in which the ashes of past fires lay. The young man called Rendal was sitting on an improvised bench, of his own making. A broad plank balanced across two huge wooden stocks.

As he was imagining all apparent reasons for the enemy’s defeat he did not notice that one of his officers, hi only one to be exact, Sarize, was standing infront of him, until she cleared her throat loudly. “What?” He said irritably, “You’ve been sitting here for hours. The men, your men are loosing sight of what they are doing here in the woods, to them it was a surprise that you ordered a stop to their plans of pursuit of the thieves retreat.” He licked his lips slightly before answering, sounding rather annoyed. “Sarize, have i not told you already?” She sighed and looked severely at him with her round brown eyes. “Yes Rendal, but your men need to hear it from you it seems.” Rendal sighed loudly, Why don’t they get it? Sarize smiled at him, So young he thought. She was the oldest of the two, but he still felt that she was too young to be there. Too young to risk her life for a cause not her own, like himself.

The temporary end of Part 9. I am hoping to be able to add new additions to my blog as I’m going home tomorrow, and after that I will head north in Norway to stay at my grandmothers place and meet some of my relatives. I also hope that you will now comment after reading through. Hopefully I will also manage to add more poetry and/or fantasy writing as the summer continues.

Please visit the blog of the week: Life at the edge

Also I’m planning on doing a “surf-a-ton” evening/night to tuesday to get some new readers.
Everybody have a great summer.