So now that you've heard me bragging about this fancy new Bluetooth keyb & mouse that I 'll get, I must say that I don't have it. No, it isn't so that I didn't find it or that I was talked out of it, but it is that my dear old (=ancient) motherboard decided not to 'find' the USB port. Crap!
Last Friday my dear friend Tommi came over and the idea was to just upgrade my comp, among many other things. So, at the end of the day Tommi went home with the brand new Bluetooth keyb & mouse and my comp! End of the 'werald' How am I supposed to live five days without my dear comp? I am cut off the 'werald', suffering through days without Billeh! singing 'Baby one more time' ten times a day. *grins*
So, as Tommi was leaving, I asked what he'd like to eat Wednesday, when he'd return with my comp and stuff. What he did was that he looked me in the eyes, gave me that certain smile that makes me go squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! in my head and very weak at my knees and he said two words: Surprise me.
Come Wednesday, yesterday, and I am weary because I did a graveyead shift from Helsinki to Kolari, staying up two nights in utter boreDom because apparently the skiing season is over, the trains are not packed full to the last seat and bed. It was very quiet both ways, just a handfull going up and two handfulls coming down.
Anyway, Tommi got here, again, the comp is fine, but he could'n make the Bluetooth thingy to work, so the only choice was to return it, *sigh* and get another one. This one is cordless too, but not just as fancy, better still that my old ones! Now I can actually see which key stands for which letter. Oh hurrah! And the new mouse, ooooooooh! I love it! I can take it to my bedside table and move it on the wall and it works just fine. Well, it is supposed to do so, but for me, who have been chained to the chair at the comp this freeDom is quite exeptional, not to mention it is 'new'. And I won't even begin to describe the keyb and all the possibilities it has.... *silly grin* I am learning...
The food then, very interesting topic, but see if I care! I was so baffled about this suprise-me -idea that I had to phone to my mum and she suggested that I'd make meatballs in a sauce and I was like gee, that's very original, but as my mum pointed out, 'thoug it ain't very fancy food, it still is good and quick & easy to make. And then she reminded me that wasn't it so that Tommi would rather have something ordinary, like the metioned meatballs. Fancy that! My mun telling me what my best friend likes to eat! There I was, envisioning all these Orient-based foods and at the end I made them meatballs and whatdya know! He loved them! *scrathces head*
So, here I am, sitting at my comp, drinking coffee, learning about my 'new' comp and I cannot but feel a bit blue for, as usual, I miss Tommi, my dear friend.
16/04/04
It has been a while, again. I'm not really very good at this, blogging I mean. It could be that there isn't so much happening in my life at the moment, apart from my work.
About this Englishman I met the other day, mr. Ryan Air as I called him a while. There I was, convinced that I'd never hear of him again, and on Easter Sunday morning (7.14am!) there was this message from him. Still cross-eyed of sleep I read it through two-three times, a bit puzzled over the cryptic end, but I did answer and it appears that my message got lost on the way. I do too remember you and I'd like to see you again. But I propably never will. *sigh*
Something that is not so nice, but one of the things I repeatedly try to figure out. Now, there is this woman, who I though was, on a certain level, my friend. So, out of the kindness of my heart, and because I could, I helped her out only to find out that my kindness is returned with malice. I don't so much care what she thinks of me, I can handle that, she don't know me. And when that don't give her the desired result, or response, this woman has the nerve to tell me that my mother is bad person and list all the rest less flattering charasteristics. That is another thing I have been wondering, her lack of courtesy. I would never tell such things, out of sheer respect of mother-daughter realtionship. Of course, it isn't really my fault if her relationship with her mother ain't good, but that don't mean that she has a right to say bad things about my mother, whom, to my knowledge, she hasn't ever even met!
Back to the point, the figuring out. I don't know what I have done, or said, to make this woman hate me so much. If it is not that I will not submit to her will and declare her superiority in knowledge because of her higher age. The funny thing is, I don't have to. And I don't expect her to do that either. But one thing I will not do is to sink down on her level of doing things and 'managing' relationships.
Question of the week: What is the truth? Obi-Wan once said that truth is a certain point of view. I am inclined to agree with him. For the whole truth and nothing but the truth, you'd need to hear all sides and that is something that is not done often enough. I am wrongfully accused.
Defence rests.
04/04/04
Midnight is where the day begins, at least according to Bono.
Just a short entry, then to bed. I was watching the Dirty Harry And The Dead Pool tonight. A stupid film, loads of killing, loud... didn't much like it. Only reason to see it was Liam Neeson. Pretty blue-eyed Irish, my all time favourite. To my horror he had 'lost' his adorable, unique Irish accent and he ended up sounding very, well, British, not to mention stupid. Nothing wrong with the accent but it just doesn't sound right with Liam. Thus pleasure became agony. *rips off hair*
Earler today I went to this computer & household electronics store, Gigantti, and I was practically drooling over this Bluetooth compatible wireless keyb & mouse. I will get them for two reasons, one, I need new mouse (the old one is becoming senile) and two, I can hardly tell which key stands for which letter on the keyb. So, my comp is put together of three different sort of parts: old, very old and ancient. Seriously, my screen is at least 10 years old! Before I get those wireless thingys, I need to get a brand new screen and toss this right from my balcony to see what are the aerodynamic qualities. You know, how well and far this will fly before is crashes.
I think I'll crash now.
Ruby Hornblower
27/03/04
I thought I had four days off this week and around noon Wednesday I was, once again, proved wrong. Ah, hop in yar shoes & hit the road..eh, rail. You know.
Now, what was it that dear old Bilbo Baggins said? It is a dangerous business going out your door? Or something like that. Sometimes I don't even have to go out for things to happen. There have been times when I've been wondering why is it that I find myself in unexpected situations? And, for the love of God, why my life can't be simple, easy and uneventful? The answer to the latter one is that I'd bored to death in less than 10 minutes. To answer the first one is a bit more difficult. Some 'blame' can be put on my profession, trainhostess, to work in customer service is to be with people -> unexpected situations come by. Part of the so called blame is because I live for the moment, I think. Sorta like carpe dentum...no, wait, carpe diem.
So, yesterday I and a colleque of mine sit in a train, at Pieksämäki railway station, having a well earned break (45 minutes), she's having her lunch and I am reading Tolkien. The most annoying thing to happen at times like this is people coming & going and asking if we're open when they can clearly see that the curtains are closed and by any (mis)fortune you are eating! There have been times when I felt like saying something less nice. I guess being stupid is a gift given at one's birth...*sigh* Moving on (-Rika-). Enter an English laddie. Now, I thought I spent 7 months in Limerick, Ireland, but apparently my accent is something very different, for he thought I am a Scot. Just great. Nothing new in that, I've been mistaken to be from Sweden, Poland(!), Austria, Germany and Belfast (or there abouts) and I think someone once guessed that I am from Australia. I suppose it is fair for me to say that I first thought he was an American for, one, his accent and two, he did not look at all Englishman. Live & learn. So, two hours later I find myself sitting with this same laddie at Tampere railway station, having a cup of coffee, translating football-betting thingy (which I so don't understand at all) for him.
I guess there are worse ways to spend half an hour and to be totally honest, I enjoy speaking English, immensly. The only down side is that since I don't get to do that very often my English is wee bit rusty and a laddie with pretty smile does seem to add my confusion -> stupid grammatical mistakes! *searches for the button to get underground*
...and I don't even know his name *deep sigh*
Back to reality, I am doing the graveyard shift again and my fridge is pretty much empty thus I really need to go shopping and since southern freaks do not know that shops could be open until nine in the evening also on Saturdays, not to mention being open on Sundays as well, I really must get going.
23/03/04
I'm too old for this, just carry me to the museum and set me up standing right next to the T-rex, please? I did a night train, from Helsinki to Kolari (1800+km return). I woke up on Friday morning at 10 and come Sunday morning 10, I had slept, and let me put it nicely, some 8 hours and no more than 4 hours at a time. So, consequently I slept the whole Sunday and it was this morning when I was beginning to feel ok again. I cannot stay up 48 hours with only a few hours of sleep, not fair!
I have this 'viggowall', sorta 'wall of shame' where I got all these pictures, like 4 Liams, 2 Richards, one Michael, few photos of the dogs, one Tommi (taped on my screen) and the latest addition: 2 Billy Boyds. I had to give in, I found tons of pictures of him, Billy Boyd, the green-eyed Devil! grrr! Come here and I will misuse whipped cream...
...I can't believe I just said that..*shakes head*
So, I have regressed, at least what comes to the mental age, to the level of a 13 year old teen. *sigh* Well, it could be worse.
The only downside, at least that I can see, is that my dear, good old friend, Tommi gets to hear, and see, all sorts of Billy Boyd, eh, spam? Poor you, just tell me when you've had your fill and I will do my best to shut up, ok? Anyway, after I have slept all Sunday, I spent two hours talking to him over the phone. And as usual, he was teasing me over, say, a wrong Scot. Ok, my dear 'shakespeare' asked how my neck was and as usual, it is sore & stiff. So, Tommi says that as it is so, he must come over and, well, do something about that stiffness. And before I had time to say 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious', we had set a date. Well, at least I didn't have to ask... Also, he said he'd take a look at my comp, which is, literally, dying in my arms. Too many Billy Boyds? I suppose...
I really, really need to get a second hard drive and name that Lotr so I can fill that one with various Lotr pictures, music, film & other thingys.
As for 'werald' politics, have you ever heard of a certain Mr. Barry McGuire and his 60's song Eve of Destruction? Those of you who've seen the TV-mini series The Stand might know of what I am talking about. Well, Mr. McGuire put it quite nicely in his song:
The eastern world it is explodin',
Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
You're old enough to kill but not for votin',
You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
And marches alone can't bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin',
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
But when your return, it's the same old place,
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
I will say no more.
16/03/04
I have many lame excuses why I haven't been writing. One of them is that I just, plain & simple, got tired of writing, anything. I am on this HTML-course and I got a bit carried away thus the overdose of writing. Also, I have been busy at work, travelling from one end of the country to the other.
The reason why Billy Boyd ended on this lay is because my dear sister Rika force-fed me Lord of the Rings in the form of Extented DVD bonus material. Over & over & over again untill all I saw, and heard, was Billy Boyd. So thank you very much.
It isn't that I complain, on the contrary, I think this is quite healthy, as long as you do not loose the sight of reality, at least not entirely. I cannot resist Billy, men in leather just seems to have that effect on me. ha-haa.
Current world-politics: the bombs in Madrid, Spain. It is just unbelievable that a group of men (most likely) would deliberately murder 200 and seriously injure 1500+ people. Yes, murder is the correct word! What good will such an act give them, if not the sick satisfaction of murder and fear? If it was done 'in the name of God' (or Allah or whatever) what good will that be? Does it prove them that their God/Allah/whatever is somehow better? What do they want? Well, one thing is certain, the 'innocent' on their side will suffer and die as well, maybe even in just as insane and meaningless act of violence as they just planted. Times like this I truly wish that there is a God and I so hope these poor bastards will burn in hell.
Now I think I go and forget this misreable world and travel to Middle-Earth. It is Fellowship time!
Ruby (not the Gondor) Hornblower
15/03/04
A new lay, and a truck load of problems. I managed to mess up the whole thing, thus I had to start from the beginning. *howls in frustration*
So, Billy Boyd, AKA Pippin from the Lotr. Don't ask why I find this laddie irresistable in ways that are sick and wrong. I don't know, he just is, well, adorable.
I am just too tired & annoyed to write more here and I need to fix the rest of the site. Later.