There's an emo in my chemo who's got a scheme-o.

1. I now know how to send text messages to Argentina. Bow before me mobile devices, for I am the Lord thy GOD!

2. I, with my dog, saw a deer today. We were about to go onto the field, when it decided to run across it, away from us and towards the forest line:
iippo: "Oh noes, a deer!" *hangs on to dog for dear life*
dog: *looks at deer anxiously* "Let's go!"
iippo: "No!" *holds dog still*
deer: *stops in the middle of the field, and looks at dog and iippo*
iippo: "Go away! Shoo! Go away! We can't come to the field as logn as we can see you! If I take one step, this beast is going to pull me off my feet!"
Dog: *starts barking*
iippo: "Good, make it go away!" *starts looking for something to throw at the deer to make it piss off and let others on the field too*
Deer: *runs a little again to the middle of the field, turns to look at iippo and dog*
Dog: *going crazy, wants to go after the deer so bad, is barking like a loon*
iippo: *thinks out loud:* What would happen if I just let go... Meh, you'd run after it and I'd never see you ever again *seriously considers it, then admits that it's not the right thing to do*
Deer: *runs a bit again, turns to look, then runs a little again, then stops to look, is taking ages to get across the field*
iippo: *gets impatient, and starts shouting at the deer again, trying to calm dog down a little*
dog: *still barking and going crazy, begging that we start the hunt*
After a very long wait (stupid deer) the deer has disappeared in the forest, and iippo and dog enter the field, dog trying to go as fast as he can, iippo hanging on and leaning back to go as slow as she can.
Stupid deer. -_-

But it was awesome. :3 I've never seen a deer before. :) *likes this nature-thing*

3. Reading Mika Waltari's "The Great Illusioni" (or whatever it is in English), and it's like he's writing about me! :O *loves*


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Theory is when you know everything but nothing works. Practice is that everything works but no one knows why. I have combined theory and practice: nothing works and no one knows why.

Tomorrow (9th of September) is [Dory]'s birthday. (Make sure you go and send her a message ^^)
That means that today begins the period of time she and I named as "cat days". As the direct opposite of "dog days" (Dog_days in wikipedia), it is a period of time when all work efforts are fruitful, all new projects are successful and there is a general good mood about everyone. It is a time when work gets done and it gets done easily and the workers enjoy not only the fruits of their labours but also the labour itself. Do anything you need to during this period of time, and you will succeed! Want a new job? Just go out there and apply to it! Feeling like a new relationship should come your way? It's waiting for you out there right now! Planning on doing something you've never done before? Never has there been a better time to do it than now! Start new artworks and it'll be better than what you have ever done before! Write to new people in Elftown, and you'll make new friends before you can say "hi!" This is the time, when God helps those who help themselves. And this period of time lasts til Novermber 8th (ending with my birthday of course), so make the most of it before the holiday-season, everyone!

Now that you're all inspried and stuff, go send a message to [Dory], to congratulate her on reaching the ature age of... err... how much is she now... 20? Holy crap, my little sister is 20! ^^;

The coolest toy in existence!
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A recent finding when I was searching for a reference picture... An illustrators portfolio
http://www.khulsey.com/portfolio.html
Filled with machiney things. ^^
Have a peek.

I just wanted to share this with you (again? I can't remember if I've shown it before...)

It's a poem by Kurt Schwitters and it never stops working for me. The keen-eyed of you may have noticed that the date in the title is of some interest to me... ;)
http://capa.conncoll.edu/morton.merzbook.html#4

November 7, 1918

On the morning of the great revolution
I cleaned my drafting pens thoroughly
knowing
they would not be used for a long long time.
The stockman was drunk on something
so I helped myself to pencils and paper
and sketched at the window
faces and flags, the shapes of laughter.

The iron works stoked up its engines
though the machinists only stood and talked
so at noon when the great revolution arrived
in a car full of sailors waving red flags
the steam whistles blasted a welcome
far louder than the cathedral bells.

The streets filled with singing and dancing
the mounted police were nowhere in sight
the mayor's office was empty, the door unlocked
and soon the red flag hung from his window.
I wrote my resignation in fine Gothic script
and set off for home
all the drawings in my head
celebrating their hour of liberation.

For the soldiers had not yet hobbled home
and this was victory.
As we always knew it would
peace had won.

"When all you have is a hammer, everything starts to look like a nail."
[Viking]

Ah, it's been a while since I last quoted Viking :3

I am one of the Forum flies-on-the-wall.
Badge by the newest addition to the junk-forum crew, [Triola]. :)

If you're not in junk yet, go there now!

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She maded another one XD

I have started to gather my treasure. Which is at the moment an envelope full of things I have and like to look at every once and a while. I hope to get enough eventually to have a proper treasure chest, and maybe even a whole treasure room some day (like Scrooge McDuck has his Trophy Room in Don Rosa's comics).

This has led me to think what treasure is, and why people (pirates) are obsessed with treasure, and what is fun about treasure. Treasure is very different from art. Art gets value from being seen and appreciated, the mor it is shared, the mosre valuable it gets; treasure's value comes from being kept and hidden, and the more people know of it, the less value it has as a treasure.

To me, treasure isn't any one thing, but a mount of things. Some have sentimental value, some have coolness-value, some have some other kind of value.

Just for safe-keeping. :3
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Helping my sister with the move. Man, moving sucks so badly! X_x but tomorrow I'll see [Isilando]. :)

I have an infection in my eye, yet again -_- I am in the process of sharpening my nails so I can claw that itchy meffer-feffer outta my skull. X_X

On other news, Gaiaonline has their Summer Event water balloon fight, and I am hopelessly addicted to it >_> Please send help.

On happier news, I learnt how to call Argentina. Wikipedia FTW!

Urban Word of the Day
www.urbandictionary.com

August 26, 2007: tfsu

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tfsu&defid=2563588

STFU in the parlance of Yoda. Acronym for "the fuck shut up."

"Stupid your argument is. TFSU you should." - Yoda

Yesterday I threw my dog's toy up on the roof, and had to climb after it to get it back.

Yesterday I also ordered myself a pair of boots from the army surplus store, if I recall correctly, the boots are used DDR (not Dance Dance Revolution, kiddies, the original DDR) army boots before they switched to the type of boots that are usual now (maiharit - http://images.google.co.uk/images?gbv=2&amp;svnum=10&;hl=fi&q=maiharit )

Today I did nothing. I watched Harry Potter with my sister and now I will go watch the Wizard of Oz. I will never get enough of that lion, he is s cool as the Bear in the Big Blue House.

That is all for today.

Omigosh! This is awesome!

http://www.thataintart.com/index.php?option=com_gallery2&Itemid=27&g2_itemId=13851

Machines made out of glass... And they are the right colour! I found this guy on DevArt ( http://pakoh.deviantart.com/ ) and favourited almost everything he'd done! XD

Beautiful beautiful work. They are mechanic yet strangely organic. Futuristic but nostalgic. I love it so dearly.

Plaergh, I want an email everyday called "french word of the day", I signed up to the mailing list, but I'm not getting my daily french. Mu sister signed up for the same place for a spanish word of the day, and she's not getting them either. I'm confused, did I do somethign wrong, did it not list me, or is Hotmail being a tramp? I lowered my spam-guard to see if they'd come through that way, but still nuffin. I am not impressed. Shall attempt to faff, but we'll see. *sigh*
If anyone knows a working "french word of the day" -thing, let me know.

As a kind of preliminary poke-and-feel question to all you out there, do I know anyone who is interested in the theatre? I mean like making theatre, acting, writing plays, directing etc... Anyone of you guys ever done any amateur drama classes, been in school plays etc...?

Question: why do I look ginger in that photo? Odd.

Dog days. It's just as bad as it used to be: hot, lethargic and blah all over. Me and my sister decided that autumn shall be cat days, the exact opposite of dog days, a period of energy and happiness and time for people to get stuff done and work hard. We decided that these cat days, or feliculares dies, shall start on September 8th (my sister's birthday is the 9th) and run til November 8th (my birthdays is the 7th). So it will be a two-month period of refreshing weather, success in all sorts of attempts in worklife and lovelife for all people, and a general good cheer to get a lot done. I'd recommend people to get as much of their holiday-preparations to get done at that period of time, then you'll be better off in December. Naturlich, that's just a suggestion.
But cat days are here soon! If you believe it, it'll be and not leave!

Elftown greens have become a different shade! *panics and runs around the streets, mumbling to herself and wearing a tinfoil hat*

This diary-entry has nothing to do with [Viking] nor [All_Most PUNK]. In other words, it was a complete waste of time. ^,^

Came across this and I quite liked it. Not sure whether it's a true story or a piece of prose, but anyway. Good text.
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