Earlier this week I went to the cinema with my sisters (yes I'm doing a quick stint in Finland, I'll be back where I belong on Monday) and we went to see the Dark Knight. Today I am going to see the Dark Knight with my little sister again. She handled all the arrangements while I was upstairs, erm, being busy¹ and when I came downstairs while she was in the shower, my mom asked "so, what film are you going to ee tonight." For five seconds I considered lying to her, but I couldn't think of any other movies that were showing, so I just told her it was Batman again. Fortunately, she just laughed a little. But that means that I have seen the Dark Knight tonight in the cinema for the fourth time.

^{1 I have a problem. I am horrifyingly addicted to Gilmore Girls. They make references I get, they live like I should live (except the excessive coffee drinking), they have bad relationships with gorgeous men I should have good relationships with, and they are so incredibly cool it breaks my heart. I am the third long-lost Gilmore Girl. So this past week I have been addictively watching my way through season three, and now I will have a shower and go to the cinema and then return to season four, hoping that Lorelai and Luke finally get together, or if not that at least Rory and Jess find each other again. Bye all, see you when I'm back on the map.}

An unfinished thought/feeling.

I was leaving my mind to wander idly this morning after reading on about the disaster going on in Georgia. And I had a change of heart: Russia should be part of Europe. I've been somewhat adamant about Russia not being a part of Europe (neither geographically nor in any other ways) - but I changed my mind and all I can do is plead Finnishness (we can be so very Russophobic, especially where I live, especially in my family...)

This came about after reading an opinion article, that basically outlined how Georgia's stupidness is more less the West's fault. We haven't handled things too well with the post-Cold War stuff. We never told Georgia about the bear. And now Georgia's gone and poked the bear with a sharp stick. -_- And now we are told it's none of our business (even though it very much is).

Russia can't be conquered - even Napoleon knew that (though he found it out the hard way). Russia probably can't be trusted at the moment (and that bit can't be improved upon as long as so many people go around thinking it's the enemy). But we can't have more Finlandisation of countries because of Russia; we can't have everyone tip-toeing around it because we're scared. We need friendly relations. We need Russia in Europe.

Wheemz!
I've been looking for this for a long while nao, because I constantly want to reference it in my work, And now I founded it.

Your Computer Is Made Out of Magic

Dear Diary.
A friend of mine just called me, to ask for help with a computer problem.
I am someone's personal IT support! My geekdom has reached a new height!
This is one of the many happy days of my life! I feel complete and useful!

Holey camoley. A website. We has it.

http://art-moment.co.uk/

Inspirational YouTube lecture of the Month

Vote: Name a colour contest

Today's pet peeve: people who tell me that I use a word wrong or out of context, when in fact the word, according to a dictionary, means both what they think it means and what I mean it to mean.

Example: I was trying to tell my not-as-cool teacher about the sort of epic-but-trivial aspect of my work, and he said that I use the word epic wrong. After the tutorial I looked epic up in the dictionary and (including his version of epic being about a story that has a really long arc) it said:
epic
3. heroic; majestic; impressively great: the epic events of the war.
4. of unusually great size or extent: a crime wave of epic proportions.
Which is what I meant, impressively great, and great size or extent. Nothing to do with literature or narrative, but a feeling. Something can feel epic.

Anyway, that isn't the only time that has happened, it's just the most recent one. Next time when someone says that, I'm gonna whip out the dictionary and shut them up. -_-

The Body Shop in the UK has discontinued my smell. :( My smell is one of the Invent your scent -series, Amorito (it smells of chocolate <3) They don't sell it anymore in the 30ml bottles, only in the little tester packs. And I fear for my scent, because I can't survive without it :(

It's not discontinued in other countries, it seems. But I fear they might do that. So I want to stock up.

So if you love me dearly (or even just kinda think I'm ok... or think that I don't smell too bad... or wouldn't kill me first if you could kill any five people in the world without danger of consequences of laws...) and you see Amorito in your local Body Shop, please get it for me if you can. I'll totally refund you and love you long time.

It's a great gift idea...? :3
Pwease? o.O


http://www.thebodyshopinternational.com/Products/Fragrance/Invent+Your+Scent/Invent+your+Scent.htm

Today's fun YouTube idea.
Badly Drawn Roy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUIv7poWJFU

I love the way YouTube enables this kind of creativity. <3

Something rather interesting to watch today (it's explained on the page):

http://www.slashseconds.org/issues/002/003/articles/emcalpine/index.php

How to piss off [iippo], method number 48:

1. Be a train company.
2. Have an online ticket booking system.
3. Let iippo mess about with the booking system for an hour, finding the ticket she wants
4. Tell her after that hour that she needs to make some effing account on your effing system to log in to book the effing ticket she wants! >.<

There is a lag inherent in anything photographic: in stills the lag exists between ourselves and what we see, and in moving image it is the continuum of images that leaves us lagging behind. The work is a negotiation between stillness and movement, an unfolding event mediated by machines for seeing. It is an extended - lagging - moment.

Hokae, diary testing finished.

I'll repost this because lots of people may have missed t because of the diary oddness:

Tell us, How on Earth did you find Elftown? And for heavens sakes, where was it?! I've been looking for it for months! Y_Y

And then I write a newer entry.

Lemme try this again too.

This is another test, this time I won't edit it, because that made odd things happen. Again, let me know how/if you get notified Silv.

I see there are comment links from your diary to my replies, so that's working that way, at least...

Tell us, How on Earth did you find Elftown? And for heavens sakes, where was it?! I've been looking for it for months! Y_Y

The first test is <diary:1036442>

"Taking his cue from Evans, Friedlander crops a letter at a time from signs (the K of CAR PARK, the B of BAR), window displays, notices and advertisements, breaking the alphabet down into its constituent characters. Once the alphabet has been itemized in individual photographs, he moves on to numbers."
(From Geoff Dyer's 'The Ongoing Moment' which is a rather splendificious book about photography.)


Dammit, that's what I wanted to do, the number-thing. I wanted to make a wiki for photographs of physical manifestations of numbers (house numbers, price tags, floor numbers in lifts, license plates, anything). Damn you Lee Friedlander. :P



I wanted to share something else with you too, but I forgotted what it was.

How does this place comment in my diary thingie work? This is a test. Silvie, lemme know if you are notified, and in what manner. :3

*edit*
It's a different colour. That's interesting.

*second edit*
After editing things went really bizarre.

At the top it says

1036442
Written about every year at month number 12 and day number 31
Written:2008-07-12 12:08:09
Comment to: 1034386 In SilverFire's diary

WTF?


Directly after posting it said

1036442
Written about Thursday 1999-09-09
Written:2008-07-12 12:08:09
Comment to: 1034386 In SilverFire's diary

We went back in time?