I'm Photographed; Therefore I Exist

Well well well, what do you know. I've found evidence of my existence. Remember when I wrote about how I went to drink one glass of wine and ended up in a Kotiteollisuus gig? Well, someone there took pictures, and there I am (me and friend H spent the firt part of the gig in the balcony, and moved down to the actual mosh pit just before the encore). I'm the one in a red shirt, next to the crazy headbanger (I had to protect my drink from his flying hair - I mean, there is a time and a place for everything and actively trying to soak your hair in people's drinks is never acceptable).



The rest of the pictures are here, including the one above in full size - it was too big to fit in here in its original size so I had to tweak it a little. That was a good concert if I ever saw one. Or heard.

No other big news from my life, again. Work and sleep, work and sleep. Oh well, there'll be enough excitement in July and August to make up for this dry spell.


Will I ever be able to post anything without editing it a gazillion times afterwards? *Sigh*

Pulp Fiction In 30 Seconds (And Re-enacted By Bunnies)