It's nice to be back

What on Earth did we do before the invention of the internet? On Tuesday whenever I tried to log on all I got was a apologetic message saying that "a cable is not connected" or something along these lines. I tell you, I was about to don a reed skirt and a huge wooden mask and try some dancing and chanting until a nice young man from my provider's helpdesk told me that it was the modem which had, for some reason, decided to call it quits and stopped working.

Today, after three painful days of waiting, biting my fingernails and despite the lack of any distractions getting absolutely nothing done (or just because of that) another nice young man got on his bicycle and brought me a new modem. A lovely, sleek, black modem with pretty flashing lights and nothing but working bits inside. You should have heard my sigh of relief at the sight of the Google logo appearing on the screen.

But seriously, what did we do before the internet conquered the planet?

Soccer's boring?

Thought you'd seen it all in the Zidane World Cup Headbutt Animation Festival? In that case, take a look at Smack Materazzi Up, by all the people with too much free time in their hands.


Soundtrack of the evening: Yakety Sax

Forgot to mention

My sister and J are selling their car.

If you, or anyone you know, are in need of a relatively cheap car let me know and I'll get you in contact with them.

Now speaketh Knows-Nothing-About-Cars:
It's dark blue, an Opel if I remember correctly, automatic gears. Needs someone who can talk Car. It works well but has the usual crankiness of an elderly vehicle. Definitely not something you'd see in Pimp My Ride but not the latest model either.

Here endeth the commercials.


"Hold!" she cried, as she found from the depths of her computer a picture of said car. "It ain't over until the fat lady sings!"

Clicky.

Hot weather and pretty bitches

One again, long time no blogging. Though I've been on holiday and should have no excuses I'm still going to make a spirited attempt; I blame the nearly month-long heatwave which has been rendering yours truly utterly listless. I've been following St:s advice and kept the bathtub filled with cold water, occasionally throwing myself in there too. I've sunburned my legs and arms and scalp, which was an experience I'm not keen on repeating. I've even managed to tan a little instead of the usual scale of pale pink - darker pink - lobster my skin tone varies in.

W00t for summer, though I relly wish it would rain soon. Otherwise I fear I might dry up like a raisin.

In other news, I have now, finally, after a couple of days spent in despair because I though I'd become the laughing stock of bank managers across the country, entered the feared realm of apartment hunting. That's right ladies and gentlemen, I'm aiming to buy a little home of my own. Not that I mind living close to the sea and the city centre, it's just that I've begun to long for just a tiny bit of more space to put my things in, and most of all a place where I could unleash my inner interior decorator.

But the real reason I finally got around to write something was that today I went to see a nice woman whom I would very much like to buy a puppy from. The litter is planned sometime in September/October, so the li'l puppy would - that is, if everything goes as planned - come home just in time for Christmas. I saw the dad-to-be, a very friendly and nice dog who, I'm told, has a perfect head, and the future mother's mother who greeted me like she'd known me all her life. The breeder hinted that she'd might be interested in selling a bitch to me but with an arrangement for breeding terms, if those are the words I'm looking for. Anyway it'd mean that the dog would be co-owned by me and the breeder until she has produced one litter or turned four years old, after that the dog would be all mine. I'd pay for the food and vet bills and everyday life, the breeder would pay the entry fee for the shows she wants to show the dog in (and vice versa), it would be my duty to keep the dog in good shape and the coat in show condition but in return I'd have someone to call if any troubles would arise.

Of course, it might be that all the puppies will be boys, or that there will be only a 2 or 3 puppies born and people have been very interested in this litter, or that there will be no puppies at all. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Good things are worth waiting for, I guess, but I've been waiting for too many years now.


In my idle days I've also been wondering about the state of the Finnish music industry. Nothing serious, mind, like what is the meaning of it all and heavy stuff like that (like my heatstroked brain could function on any higher levels anyway) but what happened to the people who make the videos? Something positive, I should think, because this, um, interesting piece of art is what they started with, and now it's all evolved into this, Mies yli laidan by Ruoska. I shall refrain from commenting the song itself, but the vieo is kinda cool. Nevertheless I'd like to see them live, especially because I remeber listening to their very first album and let me tell you, they were not the "boyband from hell" they nowadays call themselves, but very angry young men who had thigs to say and weren't afraid to say them. Don't believe me? I suggest you take a peek here, scroll down a bit and watch either Kiroan, or Epilogi.

It's a funny thing, evolution.