*passes it on*
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Read it. DEAL WITH IT.

I'm really fucking pissed off with Bethlem and RyanAir.com. And my fucking lumbago isn't helping either.
*wants to rant and rave and scream and shout and then cry, but can't because has no internet-access in home, so has to resort in burning-inside, icy Finnish moody sulking*

Why I hate RyanAir all of the sudden? Because of their new fucking baggage policy:
http://www.ryanair.com/site/EN/notices.php?notice=060316-baggage_EN
So any bag that is to be checked in, is subject to a fee! Admittedly, they now allow 20 kg (used to be 15), but 5 kg plus does not justify this bullshit. In other airlines the luggage is included in the price of the ticket: my first flight to England was me + 35kg in total for the same price. RyanAir is cheaper and used to be me + 25 kg in total. Now it seems that they add 5kg, when in fact they deduct 15, because anything than hand luggage (10kg) has to "pay for its own ticket." *is so fucking pissed off*

Vote for the best plushie poll.

I have also come to the conclusion that if I could have any superpower at all, I'd have "X-ray vision" (y'know not proper X-Rays like medical ones, but like Superman has so he can see through things). Not only would that make arty references a thousand times easier (no need to Google: just look around) but also I'm curious in a passive way. I want to see what people do without them seeing me, but I wouldn't do anything about it, just look. o.O

[Ghost the Hybrid]'s house:
http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/img/drawing/62304_1140037662.jpg

That is the best picture of a cat I have ever seen! :D

[retout] (Do you want me to put my head in a moose?)

-Definitely not! >.<

Now roses are gay too?!?! First pink, then rainbows, now roses!?!? For feff's sake, leave something pwetty for us straight people too!

</non-serious anti-gay nonsense>

Today I scanned in a picture, smoothened it out in PhotoShop, copied from it little pieces which I then pasted as separate layers (still on Photoshop) on their correct places, copied those separate little pieces from those separate PhotoShop-layers into Flash library, assigned those library-graphics into movie-clips as intances, fucked around in Flash trying to put instances of the movieclips into my scene, found out that against all my calculations, my movieclip graphics were too large, went back to the original Photoshop-file to find out that some pixels had indeed been copied twice, had to go through all the image in Photoshop and erase duplicated pixels, and in the end I erased all the faulty graphics from Flash... At that moment, when I confirmed the deletion of 64 graphic-files, I lost my mind.

>.<

Also, how generalising is this image? XD



"No goth is like this, stop thinking so!"
And what about the goths who are like that? They are being generalised. Boo!

Another one of these "post this if..." -things. If a girl posts it, it's "I want a guy who's like this" and if a guy it should be "I'd do this":


While I hold your hand, I'll play with your fingers.
Tickle you & make you laugh.
Kiss you.
And not only kiss you on the lips, but kiss you on the cheek and forehead too.
Hold you by the waist.
Hug you while I'm behind you and rest my head on your shoulder.
Whisper I love you in your ear.
Tell you you're beautiful.
Look you in the eyes and smile when I'm thinking.
Tell you I never want to let you go.


What I don't understand why these emo-girls think they're such precious princesses that guys should treat them this way if she doesn't treat him the same. I'm fairly sure that a guy would enjoy this stuff just as much (mine does). And remember the saying "what you give is what you get"...? Maybe I'm getting close to a scientific discovery to WHY emos are always so depressed: the girl-emos expect a guy to treat them like a princess, (while she's probably behaving like a stuck-up little princess herself); and guy-emos don't treat the princess right because he isn't getting any similar treatment back.
o.O

I only just now realised that the word elvish is a drunken slurred version of Elvis...
Conspiracy!

www.ryanair.com

Promising-looking dates to fly:
4th July
19th September

Flight: 46.89
Coach: 29.00

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=6613276746&amp;rd=1&sspagename=STRK%3AMESC%3AIT&;rd=1

Silvie is not mornal!

[96% OF TEENS WON'T STAND UP FOR GOD...
REPOST THiS iF YOU'RE ONE OF THE 4% WHO WiLL]

Ehm, God is omnipotent, yes? So He doesn't need anyone to stand up for Him, he can fight for Himself, I should think so. He can smite His enemies on His own ways like drown the lot of them in a huge flood, or send locusts and frogs and killing their kettle and then all their first-born sons...

Just a strange thought that occurred to me, not to be taken seriously.

I stopped my exporting diary -experiment because I prefer to have me exported and I don't really care passionately enough about it to keep it up. But I wasn't convinced thatthe diary-link would become a broken link even if exporting is stopped (like the house does immediately). New stuff may not be found in Google but the link straight to the diary seems to remain.

They've gone and added me to another forum >_>
And I obviously have to read through it (because I'm a nosy tit as well as a wiki whore perfectionist in the forums as well...). And I have to again read some drama of events that bothered me greatly when they happened, and keep bothering me now that I read them from the forum history.

Sometimes I just feel so brittle. Maybe that's just because my feet are cold now. :/

I also saw a road kill today. :(



Three hours later I am again at the blissful state of "nothing left to do in Elftown" (link-wise). :)

This is... weird. (the second one is an ET-error that comes up when you click on [0 (Unknown or private posting)])




There's actually loads of threads in the forums that have 0 as the beginning (which naturlich leads you nowhere). ET never ceases to amaze me.

And answer my new poll, slaves. :P

This is a test, ignore :3 (sorry to make you all rush over but... meh)

Ok first part of test over.

It's due to a discussion I had in the something-forum about exporting diaries. When you export it once, you can't take it back. So if you export your diary, the link will always work, and whoever knows that link will find their way back to your diary, even to the newer entries.

I'll continue not exporting a few days and making entries and seeing if that link still brings to this diary and to those newer entries.

Screenshots
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Outside-ET, still exporting
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Outside-ET, stopped exporting
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Outside-ET, stopped exporting, update
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Outside-ET, one day after having stopped exporting

On the 17th I am still available via the link with the newest postings perfectly accessible.

The stop exporting stops the member from being viewed outside-ET, but not the diary. This is my theory, I'll see if the exporting stops on its own in a few days/weeks or something. Curious.

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
and a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.
You can learn a lot from Lydia! 

When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,
if you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paris,
or Washington crossing The Delaware.

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxing,
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopedia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.

Here is Grover Whelan unveiling The Trilon.
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Island.
Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba.
Here's her social security number.

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopedia.
Oh Lydia The Champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
for he went and married Lydia!


If you will ever be unfortunate enough to meet me in Real Life, I must warn you: I intend to become unbearable to those who do not like me singing this song, for I intend to sing it constantly, even to people I don't know. Constantly. Especially when I'm cooking, working, walking or not listening to someone saying something interesting. I'll see how many people I know will learn the lyrics, how many will learn to like the song (due to being so incredibly fond of me o.O My guess: 1, and who that lucky one will be, I have no idea but I hope there's at least one) and how many will learn to leave the moment I open my mouth. :D

Ehh, as for explanation why this is my intention: I'm easily influenced, especially if the influencor is a dead man whose last name is Marx and had a brother or few also of the last name Marx... >_>

Stolered from [ally] because I don't know whether Silvie watches her diary:
http://www.somethingawful.com/articles.php?a=3391