Interesting. I dont think I have ever had a break between posts as long as this one. On the other hand, it's not a suprise. Since I have been leading a largely pretty boring existence for the past few days (see post below), there was hardly anything to write about. And I prefer having something to say rather than just posting mindless tripe. Today, however, is somewhat different. Or rather, Friday the 27th was rather different. A mate of mine (sometimes answers to the name "Tuska") had a house warming party, all the way up in the frigid wastelands of Espoo. So, naturally, I had to make an obligatory appearance. And having just recieved 50eur from dad, I decided to save some of it, and go to a party rather than a pub. Boy, was I wrong.. It went just like that *snap*. And what did I buy? A 12-pack of beer, A wine bottle as a house warming gift, a pack of fags, and a chicken meal at Hesburger. Oh, and couple of pints at a local pub before going to the party. The party itself was nothing to write home about, really. I didnt even finish the 12-pack. Just fell asleep on the floor some time around 5am... The morining, however, was beautiful. Sunny and fresh. Too bad I was neither. The picture of the day is taken by me as I was blearily staggering homewards...
Shiny happy city...
24.02.2004
Aaargh! My soul and body are screaming for a beer, yet my wallet is agape with emptiness. It's not even the beer I seek, but company. Of course, beer with company is even better. But alas.. Will have to wait till friday. So instead of beer and invigorating company I settled for a boring day. Played some Vice City. I swear, that game is like taking a fucking vacation for me. It's sunny there, absolute freedom, wonderful scenery and where else can you shoot people out of a moving vehicle? Ok, in the States, but without remorse and persecution? Only in Vice City, baby. Ooh yeah. So after a coma-inducing dose of grand theft auto and homicide, I decided to make food. Yeah, food. Since I am having intestinal problems ever since the "Tushenka" incident (read below), I decided on a nice helping of.. Pea soup. Yep. Pea soup. That's as far as my flight of culinary fancy took me. That was fun. Ate that while watching America's next top model. Then commited the ultimate act of surrender to boredom. I decided to defrag all 150Gb of my HD space. And I have a boring picture to prove it. "Enjoy"!
..And here we have another educational link to an interesting article called Ten Wars You Should Worry About. I sincerely recommend.
Boring
day
= Boring pic.
Logic!
22.02.2004
Ahh. Nice, boring Sunday. Well, once hunger set in, I decided to spice the day up with some reckless danger. I decided to make "Tushenka" with some spaghetti, fried togerther in olive oil. Now I think I should explain the concept of Tushenka to the normal, non-Russian, reader. Think of it as the higher level of Spam. It is made of, well, Cow. At least some pieces of Cow. As I just ate my culinary creation, I'd rather not ponder on that. Anyway, Tushenka is a cultural concept that is deeply ingrained in any Russian's sub-consciousness. Not necessarily in a good way, either. My father was aghast when I asked him to bring me some more of the stuff from St. Petersburg. The idea behind my today meal was to roast the living daylight out of the Tushenka - Spaghetti mixture. That way I could insure it being fit for human consumption. Or at least kill all the deadly microbes & other critters. The results were.. Special. I had my culinary delight with fresh tomatoes, milk and half-a-kilo of salt. Now I feel like I ate a ton of lead. I'm still not quite sure whether or not I will live to see the morning. Btw, there is a guy out there who takes a picture of every pasta he eats. I think he has over 350 pics on his site already... I wish I could make food that looks that good and still be edible.
Oh, and here is some more proof that the security fence around West Bank is a good idea. Funny how Palestine keeps shooting itself in the leg.
Mmm. Maggoty.
21.02.2004
Worst of luck. It seems that our family is cursed with a rather weird curse. My dad's Mercedes-Benz was stolen a couple of days ago, then found by the cops totally thrashed, scraped, dented, one of the wheels broken off, and naturally un-drivable. How on earth the perps managed to rip the friggin wheel off is beyound me. Anyway, dad's car was insured with one of those bomb-proof insurances that cover everything starting from a pidgeon having a "mishap" on the car to a nuclear strike. But. And its a big but. Not one single lock was broken on the car. So naturally they suspect that dad arranged the whole thing for the insurance cash. And since he actually brought a new Mercedes from Germany a little while ago he didnt need the one that got stolen. Also, since he already has some stuff on his crime register... Sigh. He is worried shitless. The car is now in some criminal lab place, no doubt searched for any strands of hair or stains of semen. Oh, and I am also to be interrogated some time in the near future, but no worries, since I have an alibi(see entry below. basically I was out drinking), and the whole notion of me or anyone else stealing the car by my dad's bidding is preposterous. And to think, that car could have been mine... I had my eyes set on it ever since dad got a new Merc. We agreed that if I ever get a job I could have it. And boy, that was one fly ride indeed. Picture of the day is dedicated to the "White Steed". May she rest in peace.
Here is then a link of the day to cheer us all up. Priceless freeware, or Pricelessware! Kinda nerdy of me.
The "White Steed".
19.02.2004
Interesting day yesterday... I ran a lot of errands. Remember the car that was stolen from me? Well, its covered below, but I just got that insurance settlement. All glorious 100e of it. Yay. 100e for my wonderful little car. Thats just obscene. I feel insulted! Also got a prescription for my new specs. Yes, I am getting glasses, fed up with contacts and all that hassle with fluids. After running all my errands I decided to go home and take a nap. In the dark, on the couch, listening to Ulver, a mildly satanic norwegian band. My oh my, what a mistake. Woke up, alone in the dark, cats nibbling at my toes (I'm not dead yet, dammit!), with an overpowering urge to slit my wrists and be done with my useless existance. I guess I should pick up some sunnier music! Anyway, got over that, barely, and went out, since my ex was having a birthday party in a bar downtown. That was funnish. Went to a dark black metal haunt, then to a trendier place. It had a very "trendy" DJ - 50 and bold. The music was something awful. End result - a taxi drive home, and 0,38e on my bloody account.
BTW, for those of you interested in abandonware, there is a new game in the files section! Lost vikings. Its great, I play it now on my 486 laptop, god bless its obsolete innards.
Some more drunken antics...
16.02.2004
Valentine's day came and went. But not without leaving some happy memories behind! We've been to a nice party, held by my ex, with a lot of wonderful people, and a lot of booze! Lots of dancing, guitar playing, and to top it all off we went out to a pub, too. Wearing our costumes! Yeah, I forgot to mention, it was a Costume Party! We didn't have a lot of money to spend (obviously), so ended up buying cheap-ass devil hats. You know, the ones with the cliche horns.. Some of the people decked out rather nicely, expecially our hostess and host, posing as a Fairy and as a Viking Warrior respectively. One of my friends showed up in a.. in a.. Oh my, I can't bring myself to say it.. In a tutu. And he is (no doubt somewhat reluctantly) featured in the picture of the day! So that was that for the best Valentine's day of my life. On to a bit of a different subject, the cats are doing great! They are way too cute, cuddling and frolicking and play-fighting.. They killed all of the plants now, except for the one in our bedroom. But I think it's turn will come soon...
Oh, and here is a little link I found fascinating: Russian Empire in photographs. The site is in russian, but the interface is simple, and the photos are great.
No need for a caption. Just.. Click.. On.. It..!
13.02.2004
Happy Friday the 13th! So far, so good *knock on wood*. No injuries, mishaps or accidents. And now to the topic at hand! Our cats have almost totally accepted each others existance, and even attempt to play without trying to gouge each other's eyes out! They are sweet beyound belief, the lil' buggers. Of course, the place is now messier, and the life expectancy of our plants has taken a nose-dive once again... I think we have only one plant left that is still somewhat alive. But thank god the lil' darling (we named her Ratsy!) is now a part of the family, because we actually had a few people lined up to take her off our hands in case they didnt get along. Yp. Anyway, the pic of the day is of their first sort-of peacefull moment together. And what better way to bond than to spend some quality time licking bumholes? Works for me! PS:the couch has no cover since Ratsy covered it in cat shit the night before. Oh, the joys of pet ownership..
Yumm! Fresh bumhole!
10.02.2004
Evening folks. What a day what a day.. I had a shower, for one thing. And theeen... We went to pick up a kitten from the middle of nowhere!! Matinkylä, to be precise. A nice, 30min bus ride from the centre of Helsinki. And we got ourselves a pretty little fluffy ball of..claws. Scratchy lil' biatch. Now we are in the middle of introducing the new cat (she has yet to recieve a name) to our resident feline, Slinky. There sure is a lot of hissing and growling going on, but at least no outright violence... Actually, Slinky seems to be scared of the newcomer half her size! I wonder what would have been the best way to introduce them to each other..? Oh well. I suppose they will get used to each other in time. More on the progress tomorrow. The pic of the day, made with my crappy Vivitar Vivicam 3330, is from the bay of Laajalahti, just as the sun sets, as we were chuggin in the bus towards the aforementioned Matinkylä... It's times like these that make me wish I were an actual photographer.
Purrdy..
09.02.2004
Another day, another entry. Got my paycheck today, by the way.. All 500 Eur of it. Minus 400 for the rent, and we have a grand total of 100 Eur left for living. Of course, my less savory activities add about another couple of hundred to the bank account, but thats hardly anything, eh? Anyway, enough whining about my basically self inflicted poverty. I would now like to grumble a bit about the taxes. Finland is one of the world's highest taxed countries, and I personally dont quite graps the insessant whining of the goverment for more, more, MORE! In this here country, you can pay up to 60% of personal income tax. If you invest money (in stocks, or if you rent out a flat that you own), the income tax for that is 30%. For car owners it's even more insane. The car prices are about 2-3 times higher than in, for instance, Germany. Thats cos of the high taaxtion, as well. About 42% on average from the price of a new car. It was introduced in the 60's, as a, get this, temporary measure! Tehre was some grumbling about in the late 90s, but after a while it all died down... The goverment of Finland can do anything, anything to an ordinary finn, and no matter how hard it fucks him up the ass he will just squirm and take it like a good boyscout. Anywhere else there would be a resistance, some sort of a political debate, anything.. But no. Finns are only good in judging other places and matters, like the war in Iraq or the plight of the poor innocent Palestinians.. BTW, todays picture is of one of the professional drunks living off our highly taxed incomes. Finnish drunks and bums are the best paid bums in the world! They are netting more money than the students in this peculiar country. Oh well. I am sorry that this turned out to be a bitter little rant.
It's bloody 11am.. And there go the tax payers money down her throat.
08.02.2004
Well hello hello. I bring you tidings from the world of poverty & near-unemployment. Appllied for 6 office jobs today, I hope I get a reply from somewhere. Or then just go to the Antarctic as a janitor. Like this guy did. Just spent a humiliating half-an-hour hunting cents all over the flat for a McFlurry.. The hunt produced EUR 2.20. What can I say, we are slaves to McDonalds. I think we are suffering from some sort of a weird overeating disease. Cant get a nice sense of satiation no matter what we eat, unless we top it off with a good helping of something sweet afterwards. Or eat..You've guessed it! McDonalds. That is just horrible. Perhaps we should join Overeaters Anonymous. And, in case you're wondering, I am not obese, or even fat. Nor is my girlfriend. My body mass index (calculate yours here) is 24.7, which is sorta bordering on fat, but no more. And hers is 19.8. Oh, and BTW, I joined the photoblogs.org. Frankly, I think my site is somewhat mis-represented there, since most of the photoblogs there are very artsy, with a minimum of day-to-day stuff that I specialise in. But enough rambling. The picture of the day is taken from an actual publication (bonus-points-for-shopping card scheme) that is delivered monthly to my door. This time though, me and my couldnt stop laughing at their newest brainstorm. My god. "Ploplop Shop"!? All sort of feculary delights spring to mind.. So, to help you take your mind of the unsavory pictures, here is couiple of nice but different Flash games, Gravity & Sonar Challenge Enjoy, and until we meet again!
"We've got white shit, black shit, yellow shit..."
07.02.2004
I am so tired. Well, I was so tired. Then I had some beers with my mates (Not too much! Learning self control? Oh, wait. Now I remember why I didnt come home very drunk.. I had a nice pre-emptive puke in the pub's loo!) and sorta got over it. We talked some politics and middle-east, and Islam... Very enlightening. I especially liked an interview with Irsahd Manji, a lesbian muslim journalist who recently wrote a book, " The Trouble with Islam". Shit, now that is one must-have. The thing is that in my opinion, the world needs a reformed muslim with his/her head out of his/her ass. I know, extremely few of those out there, but luckily we are blessed by one who not only has her head out of her ass, but even wrote a book to tell about it. Hell, she's pretty, too
.
Good luck girl. She'll probably get a fatwa,
though.. Anyway, on to a different topic, remember the "Chamber of
Horrors"?
Well, I had to go back in there and apply a second layer of paint. Plus
move some bookshelves (full of books) and
paint
a new wall. And that after 8 hours of work already put in at
the
office. Brr. But luckily that is all well behind me now. I have 2 days
of bliss to look forward to, Saturday and Sunday. We even have good
movies
on the telly... Here is the link of the day, btw. It is the Top
10 Rules of Blogging by The
Politburo
Diktat. Not only do they shamelessly rape my native, beloved
Russian
language, but now they are telling us all to conform to their
standards.
Well, okay, most of the things they say are true. But quit butchering
the
Russian language, for fuck's sake!
P.S. - On this day, February 7, in 1992, The European Union was formed. I still think that prices took a nasty rise after Finland joined EU. But I still support the decision to join EU, and hope that it's current expansion wont spell it's ultimate downfall.
I just like this picture. It says "Drunk" to me.
03.02.2004
Hullo... I think I am sick. My temperature has shot up, and I feel fucky... Oh, and am all out of Fevarin ® .Anyway, haven't been able to do much due to work and real life, haven't just wasted time on "Jack" (my comp) for a while now. Sigh. Today's been a sucky day. I went to work, did a mind-numbing 6hr shift, had head-aches, temper bursts and what not, and after that had to go to my mum's, to paint my old room. Into a urine-mixed-with-orange-juice color. Man, I don't get people who say painting is, or could be, fun. I mean, sure, painting in the artistic sense is fun, I guess I did it at least once in grade school (my memory is appalling), but the gruelling, thankless task of painting walls is just that. Gruelling and thankless. You have to wrap the surroundings in paper & tape, climb up and down ladders, mess yourself & your clothes up with iggy, smelly paint, hold un-ergonomic brushes & et cetera till your wrists hurt... I actually worked up quite a sweat. Aaand quite a stench, according to my girly. She is always helpful with detail like that, bless the pretty darling. Anyway, thats why I am now sick. Cos of the sweat and the following walk in -5c temperatures. I think I will still go to work tomorrow though, since the rent has to be paid... Buggers. Oh, and todays boring picture of the day is the actual chamber of torture, the room I used to live in before I started doing the whole "Mom, I wanna move out" thang. Enjoy. (?)
The Chamber of Exquisite Torture.
01.02.2004
Ah. The weight of dissapointment and disillusionment. My tickets to wealth were not as fool-proof as all the Lotto-commercials lead one to expect. I won.. Nothing. Zilch! So here I am, still poor, sitting and eating McDonalds (white trash staple everywhere, eh?), watching the Finnish version of "Survivor". Boring evening.. But good news: our resident feline's swellings seem to have gone down, so they are definitely not cancerous in nature. No need to put her "to sleep" or spay her. And in other news, Finland (well, the south bit of it, with Helsinki in it) has experienced the worst snowfall in 10 years. They (the omnipotent they) said so on the evening News. And there I was, wondering where has all that snow blocking the door come from.. Another thing: I am now in the process of re-designing the site, but struggling with it mightily, having lost my Photoshop CD.. And the new Photoshop CS I got has an invalid (expired) serial number, cant find a new one anywhere, all the crack sites seem to be offering the same one... Bastards. Here is the link of the day, BTW. For all of you out there still struggling with leftist lies. This is it for today's transmition, have a good day. Shit. I wish I was sailing in the Tuamotu's.
More pics of snow for your enjoyment. Again.
