| 22.01.2007 Wow. Incredible. How time doth fly. One usually thinks of time flying when having a good time, but time flies even when no good times are to be had. I have neglected the blog once again, and not only neglected but have begun thinking of it with something approaching profound distaste, disgust even. Due in part to my lazy update rate and a sense of failure, no doubt, but mostly due to the events that I would have to commit to the screen were I finally to update. But no matter. After staring at my desktop background for a while with apprehension I finally opened the editor and here I am, writing another update. The hard part is perhaps not the writing itself, but cleaning up all the old entries and assigning them to proper archives. A bit technical and very fidgety. Wait up, me lads and lassies, daddie's gonna roll a fag, have a quiet, introspective smoke and then continue on with the story. Yes, so a slight re-cap. First and foremost, I shaved my head. Yep, finally got tired of them faggy locks and got rid of the whole messy business. I didn't do it alone, I also persuaded a friend to get rid of his hairdo as well. It was great... A class mate was enlisted as a hairdresser, and much fun was had by all. So now I'm walking about with almost no hair. It's a bit cold, since I didn't take the time of season into account, but I'm mostly happy with my new look. Then there was the New Year's eve, and I was supposed to go on a road trip to Latvia, via Estonia, but due to my new job at the Statistics Center of Finland I couldn't make it, much to my regret. Almost ended up spending the New Year at home, all by my bald lonesome, but in the end dragged my hind quarters to Z's, for a classic New Year booze fest. It was nice to see people I've not seen in ages, even though I didn't get wasted... And then came the new year proper, the accursed 2007. I just hope it'll prove to be better than 2006, but so far it doesn't look promising, not at all. I've already managed to develop some sort of a stomach / esophagus ailment, something the doctor thinks might be a hiatus hernia. Or something else, and I'm trying not to dwell on that something else. Bear in mind that I am an incurable hypochondriac with a plethora of neuroses, a penchant for panic attacks and an obsessive compulsive disorder. I just dread thinking what will it be like when I am in my dotage, with actual diseases and disorders turning real instead of staying safely imaginary... Ok, I guess this is quite enough for a first post. So, then, links? You betcha! First, the Book of Job, animated! Funny shit... Then a bit of a quiz, Man milk or Moo milk? Not too hard with a bit of, ahem, practice. Then, in honor of the New Year, some past predictions about technology. |
 Any amateur Phrenologists reading this?  A quiet Friday night. |
02.11.2006 I did it. I fucking well did it. I, ladies and gentlemen, am a king amongst men. Many of you are already aware of that, of course, and now the rest of you know it as well. Hear me roar. "Roar!" Ahem. You might wonder where from the sudden resurgence of self-respect, and I will tell you that I, me that is, have finally lifted my trusty old Helmsman 23, aka "Blowfish" out of the water and on to the terra firma for the winter. It has been a source of constant pain for a long time now. Since I am, unfortunately, rather broke at the moment, I could not afford the 90€ fee for the crane guy. And so she remained afloat, although I wasn't really worried until it suddenly started snowing. Yeah, snowing. After that first infernal Autumn storm the cold front set in and plunged the thermometer way below freezing. Then I got really worried. I had these nightmares of her freezing in, the plastic crumbling under the relentless pressure of the ice... And we're not even insured. But thankfully, its all over now. I had a hell of a time doing it alone, though. The engine just wouldn't start, being all frozen, so after about 20 minutes of pulling the cord I almost gave up and called Z to ask whether he still has that 2.2 horsepower outboard somewhere. He did. About 100km away, though. But he did tell me not to give up, so I tried to diagnose the problem. It turned out to be a frozen fuel intake pip thingy, at the back of the motor. I did what I thought was best, i.e. poured gasoline all over it and lit it up. They do that in Russia, you know. Oh, those merry flames... How they danced. Priceless face on the guy on the opposite pier, too. I then put it out with water, although it took a few tries since putting out a gasoline fire with water can be somewhat tricky and inefficient. But then lo! It actually coughed to life after a few more tries! Unsure and sputtering, but running... I also broke my entrance hatch while trying to open it. Guess I'll have to make a new one in the winter. Anyway, that was my day. Wind, freezing temperatures and tiny metal fixtures that had to be opened by gloveless hands. Oh, and that incessant wind that has blown waves as high as 8 meters on the sea has claimed a victim, the Ro-Ro Finnbirch. Here's an article with a photo. I always did have a soft spot for maritime disasters. Otherwise I've not been up to much, still looking for a job. My Halloween was a boring affair, no ghosts or anything. Even though I did stay up until 6am. Not because of Halloween, but insomnia and anxiety attacks. Sigh. Ok, topic change. Links! About them shipwrecks and stuff, here's a nice site with tons of pictures! And an awful design... Then some more awesome Chuck Norris facts. I never tire of those. And, just because, here's a city skyline, or rather how it would look if it had all the tallest buildings in the world in it. Ok, I'm done. Time for a late-night shower... |
 Moss, man. Moss.  Nice courtyard. |
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