Playing Skyrim

The move to Sweden was an ordeal. It should have been fairly easy – Norway is a neighbouring country, and I am Swedish after all (although with 50% Finnish sisu). But the completely insane housing market in Sweden (good luck trying to find an apartment without renting one from someone already renting it or paying a bribe of half a year’s salary), and the fact that we were defrauded gave us more than one headache.

Yes – defrauded. We we’re royally screwed on an apartment by a sociopath. It’s long story that I might tell another time, but for now I’ll just conclude that the parasite is doing time.

Anyway. Games.

The ordeal meant that most of our stuff waited for us in a warehouse, in the twilight zone between the previous apartment and the next one, and we had to wait until early December until we got it back. That translates to a lot of time without my PC or my Xbox 360. My already intimidating games backlog continued to grow and grow.

But it’s been well over a month since my hardware returned, so the backlog should surely have been reduced by now. Right?

Well, Skyrim happened. It’s not like I don’t want to finish Deux Ex: Human Revolution, it’s not like I don’t want to try out Battlefield 3, but…

I was never that impressed by Oblivion. And Skyrim is not a perfect game. But by god was it a long time since a game captured my imagination like this. When I’ve played it, I keep thinking about it even when I should be sound asleep. I think about the things I might want to try, and potential scenarios that might unfold the next time I enter its captivating world.

The game lives in the mind, and it was years since that happened to me. I remember having games stay with me during downtime when I was a kid, but these days it’s very rare… and I treasure whenever it happens.

The attack

Today my city of Oslo was attacked. A bombing, and a massacre, and a wave of sadness and fear washed over the country.

It’s so easy to think that this automatically changes the fabric of the nation, but no – the effects of today’s tragedy are up to each and every one of us to decide. We mustn’t let violence change what Oslo or Norway is. Fear must not be allowed to dictate our lives, our politics or our solidarity. As prime minister Jens Stoltenberg said tonight, the answer to this attack must be more democracy, and more openess.

Traces of a party

This year, Funcom’s yearly summer party took place on a boat going through the Oslo fjord. I happened to shoot quite a few pictures, and I uploaded the best ones my photo blog. It also have a few shots from the 17th of May, Norway’s crazy national holiday where the entire country dresses in traditional folk clothing.