In case you haven't noticed

here be wicked comic strip.

The man knows that the world without the devil in it is like drinking wine and never getting drunk

And if that didn't give it away, yes, I went, I saw and was treated with yet another Kotiteollisuus gig the other night. I don't know how many times I've seen them live, they still kick ass. Am still in some amount of pain as the muscles in my neck, back, legs and sides are apparently not going to forgive me soon for taking them through the exercise also known as the mosh pit.

Tuomas Holopainen, the keyboardist from Nightwish, was once again there - I'm beginning to suspect that he's becoming the fourth member of the band. Not that I mind, though, songs like Valtakunta should never, ever, under any circumstances be played live without him. His presence does, on the other hand, lure the squealing fangirls out of their lairs and into the mosh pit where they stand with a pint of perry and digital camera and are all miffed because people are jostling them. Seriously. Though on Thursday there were not so much fangirls as insane females who actually started a fight in order to get to the first row. I had to pry one of them off of H, who received a nasty wallop on the back of her head and also sports a bite mark on her shoulder. I dragged the idiot off of my friend by her hair. I am so not proud of myself, but dammit, ain't no one putting their teeth on any of my friends without any repercussions. That is, without their consent of course. We made a strategic retreat to the back of the room, where things were like "I do beg your pardon, ma'am. I appear to be taller than you; please do take my place." Seriously, those were almost the exact words of the nice young man who noticed me behind him. Also, we had a real good ogle at Sinkkonen, the drummer who for some reason had his hands bandaged and spent the evening at the mixing table.

Nevertheless, it was a very good evening and I'm all recharged and happy.

On a sadder note, the fates seem to be against me getting a dog. I received an email from the breeder, and it seems that there won't be puppies this time either. She did tell me that her sister, who also breeds Irish Terriers is planning a litter this year and I'm considering contacting her. I want a doggie, dammit! I just was so impressed with the intended daddy dog (he'd have gone home with me and was the embodiment of friendship - at least all the while I was eating a cookie) I'd have preferred him to be the dad.