Alcohol politics and grand meleés

Just got back from the movies. I went to see the Kingdom of Heaven with a friend of mine who conveniently got hold of an invitation for a guest show, the official opening night being tomorrow.

If you leave out the fact that for a 12th century blacksmith Orlando Bloom's character knows surprisingly lot about defence warfare, and focus on enjoying the fabulous camera work, it's really worth watching. There's something about grand armies on the move, horses, siege engines and grand meleés that make me feel all warm inside. You can analyze that to your heart's content if you want to; I'll be interested to see the results. Yes, yes, there was the obligatory love story as well, but who cares when there are crusaders and saracens beating the seven kinds of snot out of each other - *sigh*

Just go see the movie. I know you'll like it.

Almost cured me of going "awww" all day long at infrequent intervals after two of my good friends revealed that they'd started dating. I'm working on retaining my cool and re-collecting all the lost street cred points.

So, the big news for today, (besides the fact that Laibach will play at the Tavastia club on the August 26th), is that I've finally conquered my hangover. Yay! I was a bit worried because it lasted this long, but I guess I'm just turning into my mother; she can't drink much alcohol without throwing up all night. Which I'm glad I didn't have to do, it was close but I managed to pull through without having to have long conversations with the toilet. It's time to hold negotiations with myself concerning the amount of alcohol I can consume safely and without the fear of an all-round embarrassment. Growing up are the words I'm looking for here.

And as sort of a premature reward of this I've decided to buy myself one of those nifty, handy dandy really small mp3-players as a substitute for the late portable CD player I managed to destroy. That is, if I can actually give up the money at the cash register, I fear I'll chicken out at the last second and just buy another ordinary CD player. Whatever the result, I can't go on without some kind of music-playing equipment.

Hi, everyone, my name is Sanna and I am an addict.

In today's Support the Scene By Spreading the Word - section I give you Sascha Konietzco of the band KMFDM. I remember reading somewhere that when Rammstein was but a wee band they were the support band in one of the KMFDM tours. Makes you a bit mushy, thinking about that, doesn't it? KMFDM are releasing a DVD from their 20th anniversary tour which I just have to get.



I need to get some pictures worth publishing of myself here, too, otherwise there'll be no one reading this blog but me. Or maybe this is actually better, if I start posting my pics, there really won't be any readers. It's just that after I turned five or six, I've managed to avoid all cameras with considerable success. Taking a picture of me when I'm passed out on the floor does not count, I was defenseless - you know who you are, guilty one, and that picture will come hauntig you some day, you mark my word.


EDIT: How could I forget the reason I made you go through all the ramblings above? Finally found from the depths of the internet, one of the best comics evah, Red Meat. warning: Highly addictive.