I have a theory: people look pretty when they feel horrible (sick, drunk in a bad way, tired, sad etc). I've had really many photos taken of me when feeling like crap and they always look way better than photos of normal me.

[koolchick_2006] has a photo where she says it was taken when she was sick, and she looks really good in it, and I've met friends and told them they look splendacious and they said "really? I feel like shit", that has happened a lot.

The question is, why? I know women look more attractive the more fertile they are (i.e. we consider a fertiler woman to look prettier than a less fertile one -- something to do with a hormone), so do we get more fertile when we are sick/tired/feeling bad? (What a bizarre idea.)

Apparently it is completely possible to press one exactly wrong key/key combination to mess up my keyboard from Finnish characters to American ones. O_o;;; Question: Why the fuck?!?! And why isn't it as easy to change it back?

Amelié
Willy wonka
Dumbledore
Belgarath and Polgara
The Joker
Jack Sparrow
Snuffkin
Gogo from KillBill
Aman Mathur from Kal Ho Na Ho
Rölli (erm, Finnish goblin thingie in tv)
Taikaviitta (Donald Duck's superhero identity..?)
Mustakaapu (Mickey Mouse's enemy, always wear a black robe..?)
Snoopy (+bird-friend +doghouse)
Mystique
The Genie from Aladdin
Sam from Benny and Joon
Captain Hook
Eeyore
Joshua from Dark Angel (the dog face)
Edward Scissorhands
Lock Stock and Barrel from A Nightmare Before Christmas


Not on the list because not fictional:
Harpo Marx
Andy Serkis
David Bowie


This is the list of interesting fictional people that deserve to be known.

Slaptula = A deadly weapon (not unlike the spatula) used for bitchslapping twatty whiny people.

Nightcrawler (looking for ShadowCat): Kitty? Kitty?!
SaberTooth: Meow. *attack*

Are Santa's reindeers male or female?
Female. Reindeers, like elks (mooses) drop their antlers annually. Male-reindeers do that right before winter (and therefore at Christmas-time wouldn't be having any antlers, which kind of reindeers we do not see pulling Santa), while female-reindeers drop them at early spring. And that explains the exact reason why Rudolp was teased by the other reindeers: she had an unfortunate name, not anything wrong with her nose.

I've watched enough X-Men Evolutions (God that ShadowCat annoys the hell out of me >.<;;;) to know what kind of mutant I would want to be: a teleporter who could only teleport next to a person she knew. So I could appear next to Wolverine or Nightcrawler any given moment... :) And I'd have lizard-like heating problems (what's the word for it?) so the temperature of my surroundings would affect my body temperature, so cold would make my movements sluggish, heat would make the fast and freezing cold would kill me (there's a reason I think that would be a problem to me *ish sucha chillycat*)



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Finally went to see Harry Potter 4. 'Twas yay enough. Vollie was uberly. I wish I hadn't done my placement with the Character Shop, I can't see specia effects and 3D-models anymore the way I did. *sigh*

I made this in 3Ds Max (GIFfified in Adobe ImageReady that wanted to murder my bird, but only managed to mutilate it a little.)

The N.Y. strike continues, although the court ordered them huge fines. I am so happy about it, I do wish they get their demands and I do wish they keep fighting in spite of what the press is saying about them (calling them rats and worse). If the people who drive their subways and buses are rats, what does that make the lawyers, stockbrokers and doctors? Beats me. But to the public transport workers in New York: keep it up, you'll make it.

Saddam Hussein's trial keeps on going. They'll probably execute that guy... He is so cocky in court, it really amazes me. He seems so sure that his authority will save him... Or he knows he's going down and is willing to cause as much hassle as possible.

Well, it seems that Linkmeet didn't consider me studenty enough to let me join (or their email-invitation shchtuff is uuuber slow). I wonder should I take the hint...

I am in Finland again and reading the papers. Interesting news.

There was a hunting-party in my town and they caught a male bobcat. There was a photo in the paper of the hunters (45 men) and their catch. The next day there were many angry people saying that it was a shameful thing what they had done, such a huge load of men catching this beautiful innocent animal. The day after that there was another article where the hunters had a voice, explaining what it's like to hunt a bobcat. No one used bullet-weapons, only shotguns. A bobcat is not that big (although called big game), it's silent, near-invisible and well fast. The stock on how many of them can be killed is small (I think 7 this year, they have killed 6), so when any amount of hunters want to take part, everyone is allowed (since it is a rare opportunity). Last few years have been good to hares and squirrels, means lots of food for bobcats, lots of pups/kittens for bobcats, lots of bobcats. When there is a worse year of rodents, the lots of bobcats will be hungry, die of cold or disease or come to area where people live and hunt sheep or pets. The English-word 'game' doesn't do justice to the mentality of the hunt in Finland - it is not seen as going out and having some fun, but serious job of taking care of the animal-population. This is such a foresty country that wild animals are a reality and a real threat sometime. Any wild animal can be dangerous to a human - even your little old sweet Bambi can have rabies and it is in fact a lot stronger than any man, let alone your regular forest trekker. Bobcats attack sheep, foxes give diseases to pets, bears do attack joggers. It is becoming more and more the old times when animals weren't afraid of people but vice versa. But the more cityfied a person is, the more they seem to see the beauty of nature and not the reality of it. If it hadn't been for the news article, these protesters would never even spared a thought for that "beautiful and noble animal" running around in the forest near other people and other people's children. Anyway, the hunters did their job with respect and amazement for the bobcat and the city will have it stuffed and displayed in my local library so all people and especially children can see it up close. That library already has a bear that was hunted few years earlier, and it is the first time I have ever experienced a real bear in any way, and it is massive. And I do wish that I never get to see any bear alive that close to me. I'm actually quite content with never seeing any wild animal up close. I've touched a squirrel once, that's enough for me.

More interesting news: public transportation is in strike in New York! Yay! I'm a great big fan of strikes, especially when it's something like this, the less-liked jobs like busdrivers or garbagemen or baggage-handlers. They bring the high and mighty from their ivory towers to see who and what exactly makes this world run. And their demands are justified -- we would all drown in shit if no one took care of that, and people need to acknowledge that. I also think that strikes is what separates us from ants. Worker ants will go all their life doing what they do and then they die, and the hive/nest/home prospers. With ants that works because they're not corrupt and none of the personally benefits from someting, they only benefit if the whole benefits. But people have hierarchy, and te lesser sometimes need to take the courage and kick the mightier in the knee-cap to really remind them of what all humans are.

A mysterious news article yesterday: A (possibly Finnish) man was killed and chopped in his Estonian apartment. He lived in this high and mighty expensive apartment building in central Tallin, and the landlord found him in his apartment in that sorry state after coming in with his own keys because of such a long time not being able to contact his tenant. What's interesting is that the building has uber-strict security, the tenants can't even get to any other floor than their own.

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Britain


The Times November 21, 2005


Fairies stop developers' bulldozers in their tracks
By Will Pavia and Chris Windle
VILLAGERS who protested that a new housing estate would “harm the fairies” living in their midst have forced a property company to scrap its building plans and start again.


Marcus Salter, head of Genesis Properties, estimates that the small colony of fairies believed to live beneath a rock in St Fillans, Perthshire, has cost him £15,000. His first notice of the residential sensibilities of the netherworld came as his diggers moved on to a site on the outskirts of the village, which crowns the easterly shore of Loch Earn.


He said: “A neighbour came over shouting, ‘Don’t move that rock. You’ll kill the fairies’.” The rock protruded from the centre of a gently shelving field, edged by the steep slopes of Dundurn mountain, where in the sixth century the Celtic missionary St Fillan set up camp and attempted to convert the Picts from the pagan darkness of superstition.


“Then we got a series of phone calls, saying we were disturbing the fairies. I thought they were joking. It didn’t go down very well,” Mr Salter said.


In fact, even as his firm attempted to work around the rock, they received complaints that the fairies would be “upset”. Mr Salter still believed he was dealing with a vocal minority, but the gears of Perthshire’s planning process were about to be clogged by something that looked suspiciously like fairy dust.


“I went to a meeting of the community council and the concerns cropped up there,” he said. The council was considering lodging a complaint with the planning authority, likely to be the kiss of death for a housing development in a national park. Jeannie Fox, council chairman, said: “I do believe in fairies but I can’t be sure that they live under that rock. I had been told that the rock had historic importance, that kings were crowned upon it.” Her main objection to moving the rock was based on the fact that it had stood on the hillside for so long: a sort of MacFeng Shui that many in the village subscribe to.


“There are a lot of superstitions going about up here and people do believe that things like standing stones and large rocks should never be moved,” she said.


Half a mile into Loch Earn is Neish Island. From there the Neish clan set forth to plunder the surrounding country, retreating each time to their island. Early in the 17th century, the MacNabs retaliated from the next valley, carrying a boat over the mountains, storming the island and slaughtering most of the Neishes.


This summer Betty Neish McInnes, the last of that line in St Fillans, went to her grave — but not before she had imparted the ancient Pict significance of the rock to many of her neighbours.


“A lot of people think the rock had some Pictish meaning,” Mrs Fox said. “It would be extremely unlucky to move it.”


Mr Salter did not just want to move the rock. He wanted to dig it up, cart it to the roadside and brand it with the name of his new neighbourhood.


The Planning Inspectorate has no specific guidelines on fairies but a spokesman said: “Planning guidance states that local customs and beliefs must be taken into account when a developer applies for planning permission.” Mr Salter said: “We had to redesign the entire thing from scratch.”


The new estate will now centre on a small park, in the middle of which stands a curious rock. Work begins next month, if the fairies allow.

Why you should not inquire how I am today:

I hit my head last night and it is making me incredibly cranky.
I had a great night last night and it's making me incredibly happy.
I had an incredibly shitty morning and that's making me feel quite horrible.
I had an excellent drawing class this morning and that's making me go w00t.

Means I fought with Darling, we made up, I hurt myself (by accident), I went to sleep cuddling with him, I woke up and tore myself away from him to go to uni and then did excellent drawing.

I don't exactly know if I'm having a shitty day or an excellent one.
O.o

To be continued after the day is done.

*continues the chain of diary-entry-thievery and introduces the Diary Entry that was stolen from [Linn Scarlett] who stole it from [Kyrinn]!*

16 THINGS THAT IT TOOK ME OVER 50 YEARS TO LEARN by Dave Barry
1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved and never will achieve its full potential, that word would be "meetings."
3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."
4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
5. You should not confuse your career with your life.
6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
7. Never lick a steak knife.
8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.
9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.
10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.
11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal bout your birthday. That time is age eleven.
12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.
13. A person who is nice to you but rude to a waiter is not a nice person.
14. Your friends love you anyway.
15. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.
16. Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

http://www.kepa.fi/kumppani/arkisto/2004_3/3628

The things you come across while googling for engines and motors... O_o;

http://members.cox.net/cdfellows/engines.htm

Elftown Guards Suk Ass!
Another one? >.<;;;