If [iippo] was Greek:
+ She wouldn't have such a cool Middle name.
+ She actually wouldn't have a middle name at all.
+ She would say "papia" instead of "ankka" (actually she does so already :P)
+ She would be proud that her roommate listens to Greek songs.
+ She would actually know what those weird songs say.
+ She would still be in the same GMT time zone...
+ She would love the same national country colours; blue and white.
+ She probably wouldn't be blond.
+ She would either be considered useless or she wouldn't be able to find a proper job if she studied Arts. (-.- Backward-minded Greeks)
+ She wouldn't be able to go visit [windowframe].
+ But she would be able to go visit [thuthuca]! (whee :P)
+ She wouldn't have such a great view from her window.
+ She would still live the same slacking-off-to-the-point- of-boredom student life! =D

From Scorpio Soul Mates:
Scorpio - Leo

Don't let your love of honesty hurt your partner's rather large ego. Leo's playful charm intensifies the passion between the two.


I hate it when they are that accurate. >.<;

^_^
*thanks the person who lit a candle for iippo in [peura]'s candle lighting webpage thing*
^_^
It made my day. :)

[Isilando]

*is still too shocked and art-gasming and hyperventilating and omging to make a sensible posting*

[Isilando]

Magnum Opus

*points at [Isilando] for non-people*
He is officially cool people now. No disgareement accepted.

*hands still shaking*

<3

*is listening to a CD of sound effects* :D
I hope they have train sounds. And machines. (Y'know, magnum opus -thing...)

So. X-Men 3. :)
First and foremost, I hope the whatever the hack they use in the Odeon cinemas to play the films will die in a very automated death. Because we sat until the very end, just like we were adviced, to see a thing-gift-surprise to people who stay at the end after the credits, which lasted about 5 seconds, and the automatic thing-bullshit that plays the movies started to drop the curtain half-way through. We shouted "nooo, put it back, nooo, it's not done yet" but got no response. So either the machine is automatic, or the machine handler himself is a machine. :(

Now the fan-girl comments:
Beast!!!! <3<3<3
Archangel!!!!! <3<3<3<3
Wolverine (he's a gibbon :D <3)
Mystique!! <3 <Z3 :O

Critique:
No Kurt :( :( :( Someone out there needs to buy the game, play it and tell me why Kurtie isn't in filmy.
All the newbie-evil ones were boring. And confusing since some of them were good guys in Evolutions. :/ Ah well they all looked like homogays anyway :P :P :P :P :P
Juggernaut wasn't uber enough, although he did indeed have a funky accent :D
Didn't get enough of Colossus, although appreciated fastball :P
The one I don't like... I liked her even less :) She's just so unimpressive... like a godmoder. :/

Also, a trailer to Ultraviolet = complete rip off of Dark Angel, except Dark Angel is cool. Jessica Alba is t3h sex even to some girls. I didn't even recognice Violet and she's just not... impressive looking. *sigh* I wish they'd go back to making boy-movies where the hero is a guy that little boys can look up to, not a bosompussy to wank off to >.<;;;


There's so going to be X-Men 4. >_>

I finished the varmin too :3



This time I wanted un-black background colour, and didn't get it >.O Ah well. Varmin!

Another Maya-made spaceship



Next up: a hideous space varmint! O_o;

Swedes and the French like to swallow instead of spit

I <3 [Calico Tiger] a wittle bit. :3

Hmm, I suppose you don't tolerate any of these either...

Acrophobia, Altophobia — fear of heights.
Agoraphobia — fear of wide open spaces, crowds or uncontrolled social conditions.
Algophobia — fear of pain.
Androphobia — fear of males.
Anthropomorphobia — fear or dislike of anthropomorphic traits.
Aquaphobia, Hydrophobia — fear of water, specifically the morbid fear of drowning.
Astraphobia, Astrapophobia, Brontophobia, Keraunophobia — fear of thunder, lightning and storms; it occurs especially commonly in young children.
Aphenphosmphobia, Chiraptophobia, Haphephobia, Haptephobia — fear of being touched.
Aviophobia, Aviatophobia — fear of flying.
Bacillophobia, Bacteriophobia, Microbiophobia — fear of microbes and bacteria.
Bathophobia — fear of depth.
Cibophobia, Sitophobia — aversion to food, synonymous to Anorexia nervosa.
Claustrophobia — fear of confined spaces.
Clinophobia — fear of going to bed or falling asleep.
Coulrophobia — fear of clowns (or more specifically evil clowns).
Dental phobia, Dentophobia, Odontophobia — fear of dentists and dental procedures.
Emetophobia — fear of vomiting.
Ergasiophobia, Ergophobia — fear of work or functioning, or a surgeon's fear of operating.
Erotophobia — fear of sexual love or sexual questions.
Genophobia, Coitophobia — fear of sexual intercourse.
Gephyrophobia — fear of crossing bridges.
Globaphobia — fear of balloons.
Glossophobia — fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak.
Gymnophobia — fear of nudity.
Heliophobia — fear of sunlight.
Hemophobia, Haemophobia — fear of blood.
Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia — fear of the number 666.
Lalophobia, Laliophobia — fear of speaking.
Ligyrophobia — fear of loud noises.
Mysophobia — fear of germs, contamination or dirt.
Necrophobia — fear of death, the dead.
Neophobia, Cainophobia, Cainotophobia, Cenophobia, Centophobia, Kainolophobia, Kainophobia — fear of newness, novelty.
Nyctophobia, Achluophobia, Lygophobia, Scotophobia — fear of darkness.
Osmophobia, Olfactophobia — fear of smells.
Paraskavedekatriaphobia, paraskevidekatriaphobia, friggatriskaidekaphobia — fear of Friday the 13th.
Phagophobia — fear of being eaten.
Radiophobia — fear of radiation or X-rays.
Sociophobia — fear/dislike of society or people in general (see also "sociopath").
Taphephobia — fear of the grave, or fear of being placed in a grave while still alive.
Technophobia — fear of technology.
Triskaidekaphobia, Terdekaphobia, — fear of the number 13.
Trypanophobia — fear of needles or of pointed objects.
Xenophobia — fear of strangers, foreigners, or aliens.
Ailurophobia, Elurophobia, Felinophobia, Galeophobia, Gatophobia — dislike of cats.
Apiphobia, Melissophobia — fear of bees.
Arachnophobia — fear of arachnids, usually specific to spiders.
Chiroptophobia — fear of bats.
Cynophobia — fear of dogs or of rabies.
Entomophobia, Insectophobia — fear of insects. (Also the orchid genus Entomophobia.)
Equinophobia, Hippophobia — fear of horses.
Herpetophobia — fear of reptiles.
Musophobia — fear of mice and/or rats.
Myrmecophobia — fear of ants.
Ophidiophobia — fear of snakes.
Ornithophobia — fear of birds.
Scoleciphobia — fear of worms.
Zoophobia — fear of animals.
Hydrophobia — fear of water (a symptom of rabies).
Photophobia — aversion to light.


It's so strange when people feel like they have the right to tell people not to have phobias... It's irrational, they can't help it.

*coughs discreetly*
New poll --> <poll:70288>
And it's interesting. Feel free to tell me what you voted if I love you muchly. :3
No it's no psychological mystery-poll, I'm dead serious with the question.


Also.
Yahoo-radio insulted me.
It popped up and said "are you still there, please click"
*Yahoo-radio doesn't care about me* Of the fucking course i'm here, it's my radio, I like what's playing so I don't click! O_o;;

Sexond Maya achievment (also after a tutorial)
La Spaceshit XD XD XD

Have I ever told you all how much I love anecdotes? (I probably have, but I'll paste these two anyway):

For example, Cary Grant is said to have been reluctant to reveal his age to the public, having played the youthful lover for more years than would have been appropriate. One day, while he was sorting out some business with his agent, a telegram arrived from a journalist who was desperate to learn how old the actor was. It read: HOW OLD CARY GRANT? Grant, who happened to open it himself, immediately cabled back: OLD CARY GRANT FINE. HOW YOU?

A more sophisticated anecdote concerns Sidney Morgenbesser, then Professor Emeritus of Philosophy at Columbia University. One day in New York City, Morgenbesser put his pipe in his mouth as he was ascending the subway steps. A policeman approached and told him that there was no smoking on the subway. Morgenbesser pointed out that he was leaving the subway, not entering it, and that he had not yet lit up. The cop repeated his injunction. Morgenbesser repeated his observation. After a few such exchanges, the cop saw he was beaten and fell back on the oldest standby of enfeebled authority: "If I let you do it, I'd have to let everyone do it." To this the old philosopher replied, "Who do you think you are—Kant?" His last word was misconstrued, and the whole question of the Categorical Imperative had to be hashed out down at the police station. Morgenbesser won the argument.

Oooooomg my first ever thingie done in Maya!!!


It's awful but I did it!!!!
XD

<diary:801132>
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record "Your FAVORITE song of ALL time"

... "My life will go on" by Celine Dion. Several times over and over on the same tape, both sides... XD

Most of the other things mentioned there also apply, but this one just brought it all back.

And as it is my habit with webcomics, I'll link you all (or at least Silvie) into some funky pages. So here's some creepy crawlies that's awesome:

http://www.graphicsmash.com/series.php?view=archive&chapter=12375&amp;name=digger

Here's a quick course to ethics:

http://www.graphicsmash.com/series.php?view=archive&chapter=12906&amp;name=digger

From the house of [Elandain]


A Word on stereotypes

The world needs them. I need them. And I have as much right to sterotype you as you do to whine about my stereotyping. Besides, they do hold true. Stereotyping is simply grouping people with similar traits. So if you don't want to be called goth, stop wearing black lipstick and chains, duh! (i.e. If you don't want to be labelled, don't wear the label.)

Besides, what does it hurt? If someone calls you punk or emo... what do you care? Do you think your individuality is lost simply because someone stereotyped you?

The truth is, the harder you try to be a "unique individual," the more you become a part of the pathetic masses, lost in an endless search for individuality. Ironic, isn't it?

*agrees*

http://www.graphicsmash.com/series.php?view=archive&chapter=5082&amp;name=digger

Back when I was in college, which was...uh...'bout five years and some change ago now...I used to stay up late doing things of questionable legality and generally insuring that I would have a misspent youth to look back upon fondly.

There were a couple sure signs that you had stayed up too late. First the gray light of dawn would slowly, slowly creep up to the window, and you could see the alley behind the apartment, but hell, your pupils were so damn dialated, maybe it didn't mean anything. And then the guy upstairs would leave his apartment, walk down the stairs, and about thirty seconds later, his car would start, but that didn't mean anything, because people can drive somewhere in the middle of the night, too.

But then the paper would hit the door(for some reason I got the newspaper) and even the groggy "Whoa...lookit the colors, man..." conversation would freeze, as everyone looked to the door and the thump and wince a little. And then, as if the paperboy were the Herald of Dawn, the birds would start. They lived in a giant lilac hedge across the alley, and the first sleepy twitters would rapidly give way to a shrieking, gobbling, caroling cacaphony, as if the Finger Of God were stabbing down from heaven and into your left eyeball. Nature itself was informing you that you had Stayed Up Too Late.

And in the gritty grey light of dawn, as many generations have known before mine, nothing is ever quite as fun as it was the night before. This is the Hour when you discover that the only food in the house is ramen and expired milk, that your student loan paperwork has not been mailed, that the universe is a vast and uncaring void, in which your tiny speck is doomed to angst-ridden insecurity. This is the Hour of the Birds.

Of course, as many generations have ALSO known before mine, if you get a nicely soundproofed apartment and sleep until nine-thirty or so, you never have to see that hour again, except within the confines of your wombat's world, and life is sweet and good.

This is the ultimate truth.

I y-oinked this from Isilando's diary (after realising that I have a relation with him o.O)
It's a personality test thing... Dooo eeeet, diariers!
http://drawapig.desktopcreatures.com/


-you are a realist.
-you are innovative and active, but don't have a strong sense of family, nor do you remember dates
-you are analytical, cautious, and distrustful.
-insecure or are living through a period of major change.
-you are a great listener!
-the quality of your sex life: medium
Mine:
http://drawapig.desktopcreatures.com/gallery/2006/5/28/1107925.jpg

:D