As the title states, I am still ill, but with one important distinction: all that stuff that I promised myself I’d do yesterday, I did. Did that sentence make any sense? I don’t know. Anyway, woke up at the crack of dawn once again, and… Shit, I don’t remember what I did. I think I just sat online. That pretty much shows what my past few days have been like. But not today! First of all I replenished my supply of SSRI’s, then went off to the post office to pick up my new mainsail cover. And then drove to the boat, to install said cover and retreive some documents and stuff. The mainsailcover fit the boom like a Japanese condom would have fitted John Holmes. Not very well, in other words. But it did cover something, so I just left it at that. Better than the one I had, at any rate. After I had to go downtown to the Local register offices and register my boat. Registration became compulsory last year, I think, for every boat longer than 5,5m. Before it used to be based almost solely on motor power. At least as long as your craft was under 20m long. That’s another fee, and a set of ugly numbers on my boat’s sides. Bloody wankers… All errands ran, I decided to pop by the Academic Bookstore. And that deserves an independent chapter.
As I wondered aimlessly around the bookstore I realised that I already had about 20 books awaiting perusal in the ever-growing “to read” pile, and that I might as well go home, since I was starting to feel all queasy and wobbly again. Walking out of the main entrance in order to have a little stroll in the Esplanade park before driving off, I noticed a suspicious congregation of about 6 policemen & women, just sorta hanging out by the exit, as well as keeping one of the parking spots right in front of the store free. After looking around a bit I also noticed some 4 or 5 swarthy, well-built fellows in shades, complete with twisty-wired ear pieces in their ears a-la Agent Smith. I was well and truly intrigued now! The cops started conferring about something with the bodyguards (for that’s what they undoubtedly were, I thought) and I started asking people in the gathering crowd if they knew who was coming for a visit. The general concensus decreed that it would probably be the King President of Italy, Silvio Berlusconi Giorgio Napolitano. I was kinda disappointed. What with all the hoopla I assumed at least a Hollywood level celebrity visit, or some moderately famous head of state, and not some senile old geezer whose name I didn’t
even remember before I looked it up in Wikipedia, after I came home. I decided to make sure, and asked a policewoman, who just happened to be the prettiest policewoman I’ve ever seen in Finland, about who was visiting, but she just confirmed the disappointing fact. Still, I had nothing better to do, and decided to wait it out, figuring I could at least get a few pics out of this to share with you guys. The old bugger pulled up eventually, in a silver Merc with state tags and flags, ambled out and stepped into the store. Curious, I followed. The bodyguards moved around him, between and behind the shelves, securing the perimeter, always keeping a protective envelope, but I was still able to get as close as 2 meters to him and his Finnish hosts (whom I havent bothered identifying yet), thus leading me to the conclusion that I could have assasinated the Italian president today, and thus secured my name in the annals of history. But alas, I let that chance slip away. I promise, the next time some head of state comes around I’ll be there, armed to the theeth, waiting…
But okay! Enough! I am literally passing out from exhaustion here, so will now conclude this broadcast with the usual smattering of linkses. This one’s sorta related to heads of state etc. 51 things not on google maps. Stands to reason, I guess. Some things are secret for a reason, no need to invite trouble. It’s just where you draw the line that’s the problem. Ok, and then on to 30 last times when the world didn’t end despite predictions. This brough by the successeful testing of the CERN Large Hadron (snigger) Collider today. We can now start counting down to when the massive black hole will eat us all. And you know what? I don’t care. It’s not like I’ll be the only one doing the dying. No! You’ll all be there to keep me company! So it’s ok. The world’s gonna end, I won’t miss a thing. Cos there isn’t gonna be a thing to miss anymore. Sleep tight.