The looks of these two characters are based on Anubis: Dog of Death reader Kellie and her dog Dunkin.
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Today is my 30th birthday! I’ve long had a plan of making a sort of autobiography composed of several blog posts on this site. This week, after writing a bunch of new posts, I finished that goal.
It was 2006 in my Norwegian hometown of Bergen, and I was sixteen years old. One summer day, me and a friend set sail on a raft made of wood, empty plastic bottles, and pure determination.
In November of 2015, me and my girlfriend Renate visited my maternal grandmother in Ålesund, Norway.
Renate had only been in Ålesund briefly one time before, but I had been there plenty of times.
For Norwegians, the Mediterranean is one of the most common holiday travel destinations.
It is such a common destination for us that we have a shorthand for everything around that area. “Syden” directly translated just means “the south”. But for us it just refers to the area around the Mediterranean, despite almost everywhere being south of Norway.
When I was 12, in the late summer of 2002, my mother got a cat for our family.
She had paid for an orange British Shorthair kitty. She had intended to attend a yearly cat show that was held in walking distance from our home.
In the spring of 2005, when I was 14 years old, I had my church confirmation.
Most people in Norway become part of the Church of Norway when they are baptized as a baby. The Confirmation is when people are old enough to chose for themselves that they still want to be part of the religion.
Here’s a few pictures of me, my sister and my grandpa. They’re from a boating trip we went on to Ona Lighthouse when I was seven years old, in 1997.
My sister was born in December 1994, when I was four years old.
One of my earliest memories is from when the paramedics helped my mother out to the ambulance.
Here’s a picture of me at age three, with two friends. The picture was taken in my kindergarten in the fall of 1993.
