25.05.2004
Burp... Oh man, I'm stuffed. Just got back from a Chinese restaurant, mother took me out to eat in honor of her return from a business trip to sunny (well, rather rainy while she was there) Italy.
Anyway, I almost succumbed to a great depression today, cos I have not been doing enough studying, and the entrance exams are already on the 11th of June... But I got over it. Going to continue my studies as soon as I finish this entry..
The reason for the entry is that I wanted to show off my new posession: A Sharp PC-4700 Laptop! I don't think I ever mentioned it before, but I collect old laptops. We are talking 8088 / 8086 here, without hard disks, from the early / mid 80's. I had 2 before that, an Amstrad PPC 640 and an Olivetti M15, and now have reached the magic number 3... I bet in 15 years time they will be worth their weight in gold! Well, here's hoping, anyway. Oh, and btw, the lack of cover on the sofa is due to the fact that our younger cat, Ratsy, peed on it twice during the night. I regret to inform everybody that we have given her away to a loving family, with their own house and a multitude of pets, because Ratsy obviously couldnt adjust to living with us, wetting everything she could...
And while we are on the topic of the 80's, here is a funny link to a site that owerflows with 80's porn. The hair, the make-up, the whole shabang. Be warned! Here it is: Foxes of the 80's!
My
pride and
joy..
Original
case
and
printer,
too!
24.05.2004
Yello. I am back, once again! It has become something of a pattern, this 3-4 writing days on, and a week off thing. I like it. It doesn't stress me, and if nothing happends I don't have to force myself to make up trivial half-lies to fill up the space. But things did happend during my absence..
First of all, I got, well, how should I put it, almost attacked by a fucking skinhead scum on the metro. Me & my girl were on our way back home after watching Troy, discussing the movie (we loved it, btw. Very nice.) and some stuff. On the benches behind us a couple of drunk skinheads were argueing. At that point, as they were sitting behind my back, I didn't know they were skinheads. Well, they were almost fighting back there, and one of them, bored with his friend, came over and sat across the walkway, next to us. I guess he must have heard us talking in english. And then he started... "Are you a fucking Jew?". Well, what can one say to that. My girlfriend just squeezed my hand and whispered to me not to reply, or say anything. That just infuriated him. He moved, lurchingly, reeking of alcohol, to the seats exactly opposite to ours. he then leaned in to my face, and threateningly repeated the question "I said, are you a fucking Jew?" (How the fuck did he figure that one out? Special nazi-sense tingling?). At that point, even though he was a good deal taller than me, and obviously not a stranger to the gym, nor fighting, I got a bit pissed off.
I leaned forward, almost touching his face with mine, and said, using my best bad-ass mofo voice and experssion, "Yes, I am a fucking Jew!". That took him aback. His anyway small brain was also intoxicated, so he just pointlessly repeated his only line for a couple of times more. I answered him a couple of times more as well, just to dispell any doubts about my nationality he might still have had (at this stage I might point out that I have more Russian blood in me that Jewish. But it became a matter of honor for me by this stage). Idiot. My girlfriend rushed in between us, and shouted at him that she will call metro security soon, He just sneered and said: "What fucking security?". At that point we both got up, and started a face-off with threatening posters and the whole shabang. However, I guess because I didn't play victim, he threw his last line "1943 will be back!" and went off at the next stop. Well, in that case, 1945 will be back also, motherfucker. I already had my hand on my tanto dagger I carry on the belt, in its quick-release holster, concealed. If he would have overpowered me, I would have had to stab him in the leg. Or somewhere else within reach. I don't submit. And don't YOU ever submit either.
Enough
said
about bad things today. Here is a pretty sight I saw the
other
day.
18.05.2004
Yawn. Hi. The gods of weather are not merciful today. First of all, the cold rain... Rain, bloody rain! I like rain, but not when I have to trod to work through it. Rain is created so that you could read under the blanket at home, or play computer games, listening to the gentle patter of the rain... And the rain also made me sleep in, causing me to show up at work 3 hours late. No biggie, though. Now, as I am writing this, right after an expedition to buy some smokes, the sun has appeared, everything smells great (well, everything smelled great until the cigarette), and everything is blossoming..
Oh well. After reviewing the last years Russian Philology exams, and driving myself to desperation once more, I started studying harder. That, at least, is a good thing. One problem: studying makes me fall asleep. Like today. After only 50 or so pages, I fell into a heavy, nightmarish slumber... The nightmares, unsuprisingly, revolved around me failing my exams, and other stuff like that. Oh for fucks sake... What if (well, better make that IF a WHEN, really) I fail my exams? Oh my... Must up my anti-depressant dose. Then will showel shit with a smile on my face, for the rest of my natural life. Sigh.
And now for the link of the day! Make your girlfriend happy with the following guide! I admit that my girly went pale and started trembling when I mentioned the idea to her, but I am sure she fancies it, deep, deep, inside... Mweheh! Oh, but here is the link itself! Fisting Made Easy !
A police horsey! Totally unrelated to anything.
17.05.2004
Wow. It's already tomorrow... Now that just sucks. But I am not here to discuss the implications of mortality that the aforementioned statement signifies. I am not, even though the said implications scare and disturb me somewhat.
Ah, enough with the mumbo-jumbo. I had a bad day at work, and a worse day at the University. The work was bad because it was horribly humdrum and monotonous, and the University visit was bad cos I got hold of last year's exams (link is in finnish) and shat myself after reviewing them.. Talk about hard. I will be lucky to pass.. And if I don't, the only honorable thing to do would be ritual disembowelment. Or joining the Army. If they would even have me with my numerous, ahem, problems that we shall not discuss any further.
The only (except for the BJ scheduled later on) good thing about today is that I finally have a functional IKEA shelf. It's name is KILBY, but we just call it a shelf. You know, I have always found IKEA's product names a mite annoying. I mean, come on, would you call your bed EKEBERG? I think that naming everything from watering cans to wardrobes goes a bit too far. It's starting to cross over into the realms of insanity... Quiet, funny even, but insanity none the less. And insane people scare me. Like clowns, who, IMHO, are only one very short step away from insanity.
KILBY. Or just "shelf" to ordinary people.
16.05.2004
Just came back from Itäkeskus, a gigantic mall in the eastern part of Helsinki. Was kinda fun. Got "Neverwinter Nights & Shadows of Undertide" compillation! For free, I might add. Ahem. But that was not the reason for going shopping. The real reason wears pink underware and is now making us pizzas in the kitchen. I am talking of my she-devil. The woman. She kicked me out of bed, where I was studying (i.e. napping quietly with a book on my belly) and made me go along, shopping for socks and bags.. I agreed, since I figured it would be a nice opportunity to check out other chicks (You're dead! - GF).
When there, we found it was crowded by families with children, who came there to watch ponies pooing on the tarmac. We were caught thinking that if we ever have kids, we would have to stand around in queues, with screaming, running, complaining children, for hours at an end... And when we'd go home, we'd have to take the little buggers with us! Jeez... *Shudder*. I guess we'll just have cats.
And that brings us to the link of the day. That is totally not on the subject of children. Well, maybe child suicide bombers, but not children as we know them. I haven't had a political link in ages. So here it is. "Palestinians = Lies". Appart from a somewhat inflamatory title, it is a very nice page with some rather detailed sources. From the arab side itself, naturally.
If you look close, you'll notice ponies. Honest!
15.05.2004
Oh man... I just couldn't be arsed to update for the past few days. And didn't realy have much to update about, either. I have had some complaints over my erratic rate of update. What can I say... From the start I have decided to update only if I have something to update about. Or only if I feel like it. This isn't really a reader-oriented blog. Not completely. I decided to do it because my memory is notoriously poor (Should I get it checked out? Nah. Probably normal), and because I like keeping diaries. If my readers like it, that is purely an almost unintentional by-product. But here goes todays update...
The days since I came back from Imatra have been filled with boredom and general sence of unease / dissatisfaction. I lead a boring, dull, sedate life. It just hit me that much harder after I came home. In order to compensate for this lack of activities, I decided to accept an invitation from one of my friends and head downtown to a Jazz Club called Umo. An expencive place for my wallet, that's for sure (Entrance fee 8 Eur, beer 4.50 Eur), but a nice change from the derelict atmosphere of Kallio, in any case. They had a nice ambient/electronica band playing, TONEKROUP. Otherwise, the evening was a total fiasco. Boring, would have had more fun playing Fallout 2 at home. Incidentially, thats what I have been doing for the past 5 days. No studying. I suck.
Oh, and the heat wave I mentioned earlier, with temperatures hitting the high 20's? Gone. Had -7c a couple of nights ago. And some snow in the day time. This unpredictable weather creeps me out.
Here, to conclude the post, is the obligatory link of the day. Cox & Forkum Editorial Cartoons. I like this one. Says it all, really.
Tonekroup.
They
were
OK.
10.05.2004
I just came back from Imatra yesterday. Originally, this update would have been yesterday as well, but I forgot that it is a major holiday in Russia, The Day of Victory Over The Nazi Germany. So my dad naturally had to get me drunk shitless. And my girlfriend, too. But here is the major update I promised on the 6th! It is an all-singing, all-dancing Imatra Extravaganza!
Anyway, I went off on a train, in sweltering heat, luckily in an air-conditioned wagon. Slept nicely all the way there, for 3 hours. When I finally arrived in Imatra, I was met by my friend in his rusty Russian battle-mobile. And then it started... Went all the way to the neighbouring student town of Lappeenranta, and met myriads of buddies. Lappeenranta is actually a nicer place to live than Imatra, since it is full of students and is therefore a bit more lively. The lake shore it is situated on (Saimaa lake) is a bit prettier, too.
In the evening, I was dragged (well, I didn't fight all that much) to NiteTrain, a disco/bar/club. DJ Proteus was playing. I am not that big a fan of raves in general, but it was a lot of fun, even though the beer was a bit too expensive, at 4.10 Eur. I must also mention that the drug-culture in Lappeenranta is extremely wide-spread. Everybody who wasn't drinking was high on something, amphetamine or ecstasy being the drugs of choise. I myself didn't hit any, cos I simply can not due to some physiological compliactions (I.E. I'd go nuts, due to a chronic serotonin instability I've had since I was 15). After we were all danced out, I was taken to a foreign-exchange student dorm (Very "Hollywood" - rooms for two, long hallways, shared shower & toilets...) for a nice lay-down in a vacant room.
The next day we decieded to have early lunch / late breakfast in a Chinese restaurant. Now that was a big mistake. If you ever want to eat Chinese in Lappeenranta, don't do it at the central mall. It sucked monkey balls. Having recuperated from the food poisoning that ensued, we decided to have a picnic on the shores of beautiful Saimaa. It was lovely. A campfire, a guitar, lots of good pals, sausages, chips... Sigh. What can one say, it was one of those moments that stay with you for a long, long time.
Eventually, it was time to go. Went back to Imatra, had a good lunch at a good Chinese place (I thoroughly recommend, cheap and tasty) under the only movie theatre in town, and that was that. I am really glad I went to Imatra. I met tons of new, and well forgotten, people and made some friends as well (As I would like to believe). The train ticket cost with a student discount was miniscule (~18Eur one way) and the weather was gorgeous through the weekend.
However, it was nice to get back to civilization, back to my lovely home-town of Helsinki.
Welcome to Imatra!
The harbour. Nice, eh?
Our picnic site.
Civilization!!
06.05.2004
Sunny greetings to ya all! It's been swell. The thing is, the whole of Finland has been hit with a monster of a heat wave. According to the newspapers, it is now hotter in up here than down in Italy and Spain! Mweheh. Actually, it is starting to be a bit too hot for my taste. I am a northern man, after all. A norhtern man that is also uncomfortable with extreme cold. So I guess I just don't fit well into any climate. Sigh. At least the warmer weather brings out more skin on women..
Those dirty, filthy harlots! Tsk tsk.
But I, as always, digress. I am still enjoying a post-birthday shopping spree. I bought a silent processor cooler today (my old one sounded like a drag-racer). Installing that was quite a drag. I somehow managed to fuck up my 3D Card's fan's bearings, and it started buzzing like a chainsaw. It took some creativity, superglue and a paper-clip to fix that. I shoulda taken a photo of the end result. Sigh. I also dished out 70 Eur and bought a... Digibox! For those of you not in the know, it enables you to recieve digital TV transmissions. All future tv-transmissions will be in digital form (starting in 2007 here in Finland), and you get some extra channels and shit. Yup.
Oh, and I have to make an announcement. I will be incommunicado until Sunday 9th, cos I will be in the glorious town of Imatra, visiting my "friend from the north". I will post a full report on that when I come back.
Meanwhile, I invite you to test your type rate. I got a meagerly 45WPM, although with a 0% typo rate when i concentrate.
Sittin on a terrasse, sippin beer.. Fabulous.
03.05.2004
Wowza! I am sitting next to a 28" beauty! I have just returned from a shopping expedition with my dad, who promised to buy me a telly for my birthday. And he sure as hell kept that promise! I am now a proud owner of a Panasonic TX-28DK1F, a 28" wide-screen flat TV!!
It set us back (or my dad, that is) 395
Eur.
It is not a top-of-the-range machine, of course, but it did win a few
tests
some years back. If you want an entry-level home theatre, this is the
way
to go. Now I am overwhelmed by it's enormous, commanding presence in
the
living room. It is... Well, rather huge after the puny 14" plasticky
thing
I've had to stare at before. That old TV will now be retired, and go
back
to dad, (as it was on a long term loan from him)
who will put it into good use in his derelict cabin.
Anyway, I know it seems like I have been showered with presents and all sorts of luxuries, and I must say thay it's true. I love it. I have also recieved sizable donations from my relatives, which will go into savings for the summer. Ah, the summer... It already feels like it. Was up and about wearing just a t-shirt today. Awesome. I wish it would stay in the +20C region all year round!
So, that's it for today. I think I'll run down to the McDonalds and watch my new boob-box. Here is a picture-thought of the day then. Bye.
My 28" pride and joy.
02.05.2004
Today, having recovered from the hangover (my, that's a phrase you get to read often on this blog), I had the official birthday celebration with my mum & stepdad. In Papa Giovanni, an Italian restaurant in the centre of Helsinki. Ohh.. The tastes, the smells... The champagne and the fillet of roebuck! Gorgeous, orgastic food fit enough for a minor deity. After stuffing ourselves, girly and I went home via Videofirma Makuuni, a video-rental place, and got 2 movies for tonight, since, being stuffed to the gills, the only place we would feel comfortable was the couch.
About the movies... Number 1. was "Danny Deckchair", a touching comedy from a scorchingly beautiful place called Australia. Loved it. Obvious, sure, but well done and genuinly funny. Number 2, which by this time I still haven't watched, is "Hulk". I don't have to explain much here, do I? I just had to rent it and see what the fuss is all about. Here's hoping that the green bugger is good..
And after all that sinful crap you've done on Mayday, here is a little Bible Quiz to sharpen your memory!
Sure it looks like somebody shat on the plate, but it was delicious!
01.05.2004
Thats it. It's fucking official. I am 24 years of age, since 07.05 this morning. My mother, bless her heart, pushed me out of her cozy (as far as I can remember) womb, and here I am. She couldn't have pushed me out into a rich family, or something. No. Of course not. Or even into a family not situated, as mine was then, in the wonderful, free state of The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. No, that was quite obviously out of the question too. Oh well, one must not grumble about the cards dealt to one by fate.
Anyway, my birthday was dreary. I have a dislike for birthdays in general, since it is, in my humblest opinion, a morbid celebration of one's mortality. This one was not only dreary, but boring as well. I spent in with my father, in his cabin near Helsinki. Sigh.. There was a lot of booze, a lot of food, and relatively good company. I could not, however, escape from the nagging feeling that I would much rather be home, reading or playing Worms 3D. Or IL2 Forgotten Battles. Whatever, just as far away from that wind-swept, derelict place as possible..
I drank cognac with a retired Soviet Navy submariner, and drank him under the table. Prolly coz I was stuffing my face with shashlik and kebab all the time, thereby inhibiting my intoxication quite a bit. None the less, I can now brag about drinking a Russian Navy man under the table. Anyway, I am quite drunk, and I need my rest, being old and all... So cya all, and enjoy the obligatory pron link of the day. It served me well enough.
Oh, and here it is. Pron. In a "blog" form.
Derelict barbie. Good kebab, though.
