Quotes I've collected along the past year.
-You can still retaliate by bombng until it's an abstract glasswork glowing in the dark
-"What's going on in there?
I'm drinking progressively more rum"
-"...And what the HELL is Nathan Fillion doing in this movie?!"
-Maybe you can't count but there's four of us.
So go get more and it'll be an even fight.
-I'm sorry, I only speak in movie trailer quotes.
-Paras ratkaisu tähän tilanteeseen on fyysisen väkivallan käyttö.
-Pelkään vain että provosoiva persoonani sytyttäisi maailman tuleen, mutta koetan hillitä itseni.
-The barracks are fairly comfortable , and there's wireless internet available. Just don't harass the roaches. THey live here, we're guests, and they outnumber us all.
-If toiletpaper was made of nails, there'd be a lot more assholes.
-In the future, if you need any support at all, please don't hesitate to look elsewhere.
-Really, we're building a lane while we fly it.
-We're trying to sort out a common definition of problem. So far we've only managed to agree that there is a problem.
-I'll be go to hell..
-Real greatness is what yu do with the hand you've been dealt.
-For all they take, a sword shall perish by the sword.
-So what do you believe in? I believe in ammunition.
-That's ugly enough t remember.
-Want me to gag him?
Why, am I starting to make sense?
-I am the hammer, the right hand of The Emperor, the instrument of his will, the gauntlet about his fist, the tip of his spear, The edge of his sword.
-Spirit of noxious Immateria, begone from hence! For The Emperor of manking, manifold be his blessings, watches over me, so that I shall not fear the Shadow of the Warp.
-War is not about glory, War is about victory!
-Whilt we stand, we fight. And whilst we fight, we will prevail. Nothing shall stay our wrath.
-Cuz I'm off at 8 and hammered by 0805.
-How are the drinks here?
Great, if you like rat piss.
Never tried it.
-It's the FBI, they're dumb, not deaf.
-You already brok y heart, is it neccessary to shoot it too?
-A wise man always greets strangers with respect, for he might be looking into the eye of an enemy.
-When in doubt, advance.
-It's painless
It's pointless.
-I'm sure that's one of god's tricks. But getting out of places no-one else can, that's one of mine.
-If you're here to test my loyalty, you've only managed to test my patience.
-The toughest assignment is always the next one.
-Is there a name for what's wrong wth you?
Yeah, the script.
-Niin kovin helpostin ihminen kadottaa elämältään tarkoituksen.
-El cadalso.
-Terrain is said to be moderately contoured with moisture, which I think is Tactical's way of saying precipices with waterfalls.
-I thought you were dead.
I get that a lot.
-I'm not the mechanic, I mostly just hurt people!
-It's like trying to talk to a brick wall that also hates you.
-Grom.
-Some call it faith, I call it hopeful ignorance.
-Power is simply ower, it's neither good or bad, it just is.
-Nothing worth knowing can be taught.
-Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do!
-Minua ei tarvi lepytellä, minä olen kevyesti humalassa.
-You don't have to understand the dark. That's the thing about it; it doesn't need to be understood. It's just the dark. It's what it is.
-It's better to be a part of the few than a part of the most.
-Neutrality doesn't mean nonchalancy and heartlessness. Emotions shouldn't be killed. It's enough if you kill the hatred in yourself.
-Well, I'm lost, I'm angry, and armed. So you mind telling me what' going on?
-a man's reach should exceed his grasp.
-Dotrine is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
-If the corps wanted you to have a wife, they'd issued you one.
-I carry a gun because a police officer is too heavy.
-Watch your back, conserve your ammo, and don't deal with dragons.
-Ihmisen ei ole hyvä olla yksin. Mutta parempi.
-Paha saa enemmän palkkaa.
-Was nich ist, kann noch werden.
-A vow of obediency is not the same as a vow of stupidity.
-Faith means nothing if it's nonexistent.
-When you have sympathy for your enemies, you have the wrong kind of friends.
-I made a book out of your friends, and you didn't listen. I'll return when I have made a library.
-Mitä väliä on millä se matti 50v ampuu jos joku desantti eksyy kurikan vesilaitokselle
-I'm not a sword, I only hold the sword. There's a big difference.
-Ei se oo suklaata jos kysytään verottajalta.
-Every problem on earth can be solved with a precise application of high explosives.
-You seem to have a habit of missing the point.
-We've found the enemy and it's us.
-That's a short conversation. I think it might be over already.
-Seuraavaksi tapahtuu seuraavaa seuraavassa järjestyksessä seuraavalla tavalla.
-Ei kannata uskoa mitä varusmiehet teille kertoo. 90% mitä varusmiehet puhuu on täyttä paskaa. Eli jos joku sanoo sata sanaa, niin voitte heti karsia 90 pois, ja loput onkin sitten vaan vittuja.
-Mitä nopeammin, sitä nopeammin.
-Hetkinen perkele, nyt ei täsmää.
-Kovat jätkät osaa moduloida 56k modeemia pelkällä suulla.
-Mä vaan pyörin sängyssä kuin Darwin haudassaan Christian science museumin avajaisissa.
-Irritant, yes I am. Oh you mean the product.
-This is exactly the kind of problem that can be solved with a baseball bat.
-A slightly tragic medical condition.
-VOLLGAS GEBEN
-When push comes to shove, you have to do what you love, even if it's not a good idea.
-Reality's not what it used to be.
-Tyhmä saa olla mutta ei ballistamies.
-On a scale from dull to scintillating, you're positively tedious.
-...passed the controversial "Fuck it" initiative.
-It's practically a cliche.
-Hessu onko sulla aivokasvain.
-I'm sure you'd desert your post and hare off to save ANY amazon.
Ain't deserting, sir. Got permission.
-I have to get to the bottom of this hole-
Nothing simpler!
And live.
Ah, tricky!
-Will you shoot or will you let me in?
I'll shoot you in.
-Vitun alabama.
-...aand it's not working.
Plan B.
Do you have a plan B?
Absolutely not.
-Terror-it's hilarious.
-Was that a joke?
An insult, I think.
-Truth, like surgery, hurts, but cures.
-You're a detective now, son. You're not allowed to believe in coincidence.
-...Believe me, it's plenty fucking bad.
-Here I am as I will myself to be.
maanantai 31. joulukuuta 2012
lauantai 22. joulukuuta 2012
About rivalry (sibling-or otherwise)
Today we played boardgames("we" consisting of me, my brother and a bunch of our friends). Games tend to create rivalry, especially so if they involve "politics"(game elements that consist of scheming behind other's backs, plotting with players, I call politics in games)
Our gaming pinnacled in the Game of Thrones boardgame. I played Lannister(kinda funny since I have blonde, long hair), and my brother played Greyjoy. Anyone who knows anything about the geography in the 'verse knows that the Pyke(Greyjoys's stronghold) is pretty much next to Lannisport(Lannisters' stronghold), so it was pretty obvious of my brother to try conquer Riverrun(the province just below his), and also for me to keep him from doing it. Needless to say I positioned my troops so, that under any circumistances the bottleneck would hold(which it did). My brother kept coming at me for over half of the game, and I managed to keep him at bay. I didn't win the game, but was pleased with accomplishing the task I silently promised myself to do(keeping Riverrun). My brother's an other case, though. He got very hostile towards the end of the game towards me, to the extent in which he claimed that it was him who succeeded in the task he'd given himself in "trolling" me keeping me busy so that I couldn't win the game, while the way I see it is that I kept him from gaining dominance over the bottleneck he needed to advance lower (why he opted against going north, I don't know). In the end of the game he just tossed his troops at me with no chances to win, even though he could've used those troops to conquer areas up north and strive towards winning the game (I would have strived to keep Riverrun regardless).
Why some people get riled over things likethis, I don't know. For me, games aren't that serious, not a thing to get mad over. Though I admit that I tend to smile at my victory/superiority, but that's not completely up to me(we were all new to the game and didn't utilize certain assets as well as we could, and I by any means aren't that great strategic mind). But I see nothing wrong to be proud about my own success, even if it's only a game.
Though it's easy to smile as the "winner".
Our gaming pinnacled in the Game of Thrones boardgame. I played Lannister(kinda funny since I have blonde, long hair), and my brother played Greyjoy. Anyone who knows anything about the geography in the 'verse knows that the Pyke(Greyjoys's stronghold) is pretty much next to Lannisport(Lannisters' stronghold), so it was pretty obvious of my brother to try conquer Riverrun(the province just below his), and also for me to keep him from doing it. Needless to say I positioned my troops so, that under any circumistances the bottleneck would hold(which it did). My brother kept coming at me for over half of the game, and I managed to keep him at bay. I didn't win the game, but was pleased with accomplishing the task I silently promised myself to do(keeping Riverrun). My brother's an other case, though. He got very hostile towards the end of the game towards me, to the extent in which he claimed that it was him who succeeded in the task he'd given himself in "trolling" me keeping me busy so that I couldn't win the game, while the way I see it is that I kept him from gaining dominance over the bottleneck he needed to advance lower (why he opted against going north, I don't know). In the end of the game he just tossed his troops at me with no chances to win, even though he could've used those troops to conquer areas up north and strive towards winning the game (I would have strived to keep Riverrun regardless).
Why some people get riled over things likethis, I don't know. For me, games aren't that serious, not a thing to get mad over. Though I admit that I tend to smile at my victory/superiority, but that's not completely up to me(we were all new to the game and didn't utilize certain assets as well as we could, and I by any means aren't that great strategic mind). But I see nothing wrong to be proud about my own success, even if it's only a game.
Though it's easy to smile as the "winner".
lauantai 17. marraskuuta 2012
Skyfall
(yes, it's one lame headline, I know. Disregarding that....)
I watched James Bond: Skyfall tonight. It was awesome. I totally can recommend it. The movie is a complete contradiction to the classic Bond-franchise, yet it still keeps the essentials to make it feel like a Bond movie. The way it makes itself appear feels like a beginning, which it obviously was(a reboot at that), yet, the movie series could have well ended here, and I would have been happy with it.
The movie is actually more about M than Bond. Or rather, it defines bond with M's character in a way that hasn't been done before in the franchise with any character(sans Bond's parents, who are never really addressed in the series). In the latest editions of the movie(beginning with Goldeneye), M's been a mother-character for Bond, unwillingly or otherwise, never specified(though evidence suggests unwilling-option). We see more of Bond behind the agent, behind the façade we've seen in the previous movie.
The Craig-Bond has been overall more grim and rough character. I'm guessing it's more or less in fashion nowadays, as opposed by the charming dandy lady-killer we have been accustomed to see. It's working better, at least for me, I find such character easier to relate to.
But I digress.
(spoilers to follow)
The movie fires up with a traditional action scene in Istanbul, where the camera work is great. Just marvelous to look at, dynamic and smooth as fuck. Lighting was also stellar, action well-coordinated, and fun to follow. If I must find something to nitpick about, it'll be, again, the unbelievably long chase sequence, which, on the other hand, illustrates the superhuman ability of Bond as an agent. Bond's after a laptop, or it's hard-drive that contains all the names of MI6 undercover agents on the field. As we've seen from the trailers, Bond gets shot, by an unexpected assailant(I'll return to this later). He then spends the downtime doing the obvious thing everyone'd think to do when they get shot: get wasted and play drinking games that involve scorpions, upping his badassery by at least a 2.
He's distracted from destroying all his braincells by a piece of news telling that the MI6 HQ, more precisely the M's office, has been blown up. Obviously he returns to work, otherwise we wouldn't have a movie. The new MI6 headquarters are introduced in the London sewers(we're seeing awful lot of these lately in film and TV, not that I complain), where he completely botches the tests that define if he's suitable for fieldwork anymore. Big shocker, he isn't, yet M decides he is and sends him off to catch the fellow who got him shot. )also he digs shrapnel of a depleted uranium round from his shoulder, where he was shot[with a Glock, no less]. Anyone who knows anything about firearms knows that DU-rounds require a long barrel and a powerful round to propel them at speeds where they would be of any use. Although the Glock was cool.)
Also introduced is the new Q, who is, geeky and kinda uke. I can almost hear the slashfics being written, this ships itself. He gives Bond his tickets to China and a handprint PPK-plot device.
Bond is off to Hong Kong, where he finds his shooter and drops him off a scyscraper. Conveniently he finds his way through a cash chip to a casino where Komodo dragons are kept as pets(how cool is that!). He cashes it in, finds a Bond-girl-to-be(more on that later), fights some guys, uses the PPK handprint-plotdevice to kill accidentally a guy with a Komodo, and runs away and bangs the girl.
In the morning, the ship tehy are is indested with a serious case of henchmen, and they approach the Battleship-island(it's obviously Gunkanjima), where Bond is held captive by the bad guy from No Country for Old Men, who here is a gay-ish blonde who hates M.They collaborately shoot the Bond-girl-to-be with flintlocks and Bond kills all the henchmen, calls in the cavalry and captures the villain.
Like asshats they take him to the MI6 HQ to be questioned, which OF FUCKING COURSE is a part of his plan, and he runs away while Bond and his new geek-bedwarmer try to hack into his laptop, and trigger the bad guy's plans while doing so. Bond chases him, fails to catch him but saves M in the frenzy, then kidnaps her and they are off to Skyfall lodge, Bond's ancestral home. Not before switching their lowsy modern sportscar into an Aston Martin DB5, with all the traditional Bond-gadgets! How cool is that. Bond also threatens to eject M from the car.
The happy campers reach Skyfall, and arm themselves with a shotgun, Bond's PPK and a fabulous side-by-side hunting rifle, claimed to be Bond's father's old hunting rifle. In an armiong montage they boobytrap the house, find dynamite and kick ass before the bad guys chasing arrive. When they do, the baddie sends his henchmen in to be killed, and then comes with an attack helicopter to assist. Why lead with the henchmen, I don't know. The gunship is also rigged with Apocalypse Now-esque loudspeakers that paly an undefined song. They trigger all boobytraps, use all montage-introduced plot devices, and end with Bond killing the bad guy, and M dying from a wound she got during the fighting. Skyfall lodge is destroyed.
In a closing scene, the girl from the beginning of the movie gives Bond a pitbull-statue that was on M's table in the movie. The girl is revealed to be Moneypenny, and the new M is a man who was against the earlier M, at least apparently earlier in the film. We are given to understand that the series has rebooted. I do not complain.
(also as a sidenote: I only now realized that I could read the entire plot from the animated opening sequence in any Bond-film, if I only look into the implications and metaphors in the sequence. Fun.)
To wrap up with: Good movie, good Bond-movie, entertaining and worth the ticket. Go watch.
Pro's:
-Bond kicks ass
-Craig-Bond is made more traditional Bond again
-Cool production desing(overall)
-Brilliant camerawork
-Mostly good lighting
Con's:
-Few unused traditional Bond-elements(gambling, for example).
-Illogical lines for anyone who knows anything about the respective matters at hand
-Near-blinding lights and contrast in the epic showdown sequence.
I'm looking forward to seeing more Bond.
I watched James Bond: Skyfall tonight. It was awesome. I totally can recommend it. The movie is a complete contradiction to the classic Bond-franchise, yet it still keeps the essentials to make it feel like a Bond movie. The way it makes itself appear feels like a beginning, which it obviously was(a reboot at that), yet, the movie series could have well ended here, and I would have been happy with it.
The movie is actually more about M than Bond. Or rather, it defines bond with M's character in a way that hasn't been done before in the franchise with any character(sans Bond's parents, who are never really addressed in the series). In the latest editions of the movie(beginning with Goldeneye), M's been a mother-character for Bond, unwillingly or otherwise, never specified(though evidence suggests unwilling-option). We see more of Bond behind the agent, behind the façade we've seen in the previous movie.
The Craig-Bond has been overall more grim and rough character. I'm guessing it's more or less in fashion nowadays, as opposed by the charming dandy lady-killer we have been accustomed to see. It's working better, at least for me, I find such character easier to relate to.
But I digress.
(spoilers to follow)
The movie fires up with a traditional action scene in Istanbul, where the camera work is great. Just marvelous to look at, dynamic and smooth as fuck. Lighting was also stellar, action well-coordinated, and fun to follow. If I must find something to nitpick about, it'll be, again, the unbelievably long chase sequence, which, on the other hand, illustrates the superhuman ability of Bond as an agent. Bond's after a laptop, or it's hard-drive that contains all the names of MI6 undercover agents on the field. As we've seen from the trailers, Bond gets shot, by an unexpected assailant(I'll return to this later). He then spends the downtime doing the obvious thing everyone'd think to do when they get shot: get wasted and play drinking games that involve scorpions, upping his badassery by at least a 2.
He's distracted from destroying all his braincells by a piece of news telling that the MI6 HQ, more precisely the M's office, has been blown up. Obviously he returns to work, otherwise we wouldn't have a movie. The new MI6 headquarters are introduced in the London sewers(we're seeing awful lot of these lately in film and TV, not that I complain), where he completely botches the tests that define if he's suitable for fieldwork anymore. Big shocker, he isn't, yet M decides he is and sends him off to catch the fellow who got him shot. )also he digs shrapnel of a depleted uranium round from his shoulder, where he was shot[with a Glock, no less]. Anyone who knows anything about firearms knows that DU-rounds require a long barrel and a powerful round to propel them at speeds where they would be of any use. Although the Glock was cool.)
Also introduced is the new Q, who is, geeky and kinda uke. I can almost hear the slashfics being written, this ships itself. He gives Bond his tickets to China and a handprint PPK-plot device.
Bond is off to Hong Kong, where he finds his shooter and drops him off a scyscraper. Conveniently he finds his way through a cash chip to a casino where Komodo dragons are kept as pets(how cool is that!). He cashes it in, finds a Bond-girl-to-be(more on that later), fights some guys, uses the PPK handprint-plotdevice to kill accidentally a guy with a Komodo, and runs away and bangs the girl.
In the morning, the ship tehy are is indested with a serious case of henchmen, and they approach the Battleship-island(it's obviously Gunkanjima), where Bond is held captive by the bad guy from No Country for Old Men, who here is a gay-ish blonde who hates M.They collaborately shoot the Bond-girl-to-be with flintlocks and Bond kills all the henchmen, calls in the cavalry and captures the villain.
Like asshats they take him to the MI6 HQ to be questioned, which OF FUCKING COURSE is a part of his plan, and he runs away while Bond and his new geek-bedwarmer try to hack into his laptop, and trigger the bad guy's plans while doing so. Bond chases him, fails to catch him but saves M in the frenzy, then kidnaps her and they are off to Skyfall lodge, Bond's ancestral home. Not before switching their lowsy modern sportscar into an Aston Martin DB5, with all the traditional Bond-gadgets! How cool is that. Bond also threatens to eject M from the car.
The happy campers reach Skyfall, and arm themselves with a shotgun, Bond's PPK and a fabulous side-by-side hunting rifle, claimed to be Bond's father's old hunting rifle. In an armiong montage they boobytrap the house, find dynamite and kick ass before the bad guys chasing arrive. When they do, the baddie sends his henchmen in to be killed, and then comes with an attack helicopter to assist. Why lead with the henchmen, I don't know. The gunship is also rigged with Apocalypse Now-esque loudspeakers that paly an undefined song. They trigger all boobytraps, use all montage-introduced plot devices, and end with Bond killing the bad guy, and M dying from a wound she got during the fighting. Skyfall lodge is destroyed.
In a closing scene, the girl from the beginning of the movie gives Bond a pitbull-statue that was on M's table in the movie. The girl is revealed to be Moneypenny, and the new M is a man who was against the earlier M, at least apparently earlier in the film. We are given to understand that the series has rebooted. I do not complain.
(also as a sidenote: I only now realized that I could read the entire plot from the animated opening sequence in any Bond-film, if I only look into the implications and metaphors in the sequence. Fun.)
To wrap up with: Good movie, good Bond-movie, entertaining and worth the ticket. Go watch.
Pro's:
-Bond kicks ass
-Craig-Bond is made more traditional Bond again
-Cool production desing(overall)
-Brilliant camerawork
-Mostly good lighting
Con's:
-Few unused traditional Bond-elements(gambling, for example).
-Illogical lines for anyone who knows anything about the respective matters at hand
-Near-blinding lights and contrast in the epic showdown sequence.
I'm looking forward to seeing more Bond.
sunnuntai 16. syyskuuta 2012
The little oddities
I like icecream. Just the weird thing is that I don't eat icecream when most people do(in the summer when it's hottest). For some reason, I like eating icecream in the autumn, when evenings are getting dark and it's cooler. If it's dark, it's a plus.
Now that I'm here writing, I might as well go through last weekend&Tracon.
On friday evening at approximately 2050 I boarded the train that would take me&other folks from around here to Tampere. The rip was pretty cozy, I was accompanied by a plethora of people from my upper secondary's art line(year younger than me's). The jolly surprise was that Ansku, a friend of mine from years' back was travelling with us on the same train, same car, and on the seat next to me. Now I'm not a religious man that much, but someone rolled a crit there. Apart from not sleeping in practice at all, the trip was ok. (I was fighting with myself about hugging Ansku for thewhole trip because she looked so miserable when she was constantly woken as the train stopped and continued and from the annoying announcements.)
On saturday morning we embarked from the train, and spent the couple morning hours sitting and waiting at the trainstation, with couple of us still sewing their costumes together. With a quick swap to my robes, I was set for the oncoming con pretty quick. Me&Ansku set for the consite four hours before the rest, as they stayed behind to finish their costumes.
I and Ansku spent the morning pretty much walking about at the consite, talking, taking photos and such. This was somewhat of a new experience to me, as I usually wander in cons by myself, but it was nice to have company for once. I met with couple of old friends during that time too, and too k some gorgeous photos of Ansku, even if I say so myself. I had forgotten my own camera's card back home, so I was using friend's Canon EOS. Now I loathe Canon's, but a must is a must. And I learnt to appreciate the almost instant shuttertime compared to the ~second's delay on my Fujifilm. I still love that old wreck, though =3
Around midday, when the rest of the group had hobbled to the site, we went to eat. At first we were pondering where to go, but in the end we opted for the pizza place at the trainstation(I see a pattern here...). It's a good place, it was prolly the third or so time I was there, and the food was as good as it had been the times prior. Sadly some time after our returnto the con I got separated from the rest of th group and hardly saw them for the rest of the time. Greatest regret of the day was not being able to see Ansku off, as she had to leave on the saturday afternoon.
Most of the afternoon&evening on saturday I spent sitting in a corner for reasons not discussable. It was pretty stupid and my behaviour was dickish toward certain someone, but I hope she can fogive me one day.(Not that I deserve it) Once I was back on my feet I did my best to make up for the time lost. I also met someone I hadn't seen in too long time.
Around midnight people started to disembark to their respective housings for the night. As it had formed as a tradition to me, I opted to remain at the consite and struggle awake for the night. It was pain, and stupid over all, but I managed with the help of a great friend who played "Remove Kebab" from his Galaxy tab. During the night we also had he bright idea of retrieving food from a McDonalds in the city center. Now I admit, goiung into a fast food joint during sat-sun night, dressed as a monl with a sword on his back ain't the sharpest thing to do. I expected to be stabbed or something, but I was hit on by a drunk woman instead. I also received countless "samurai" and "Aragorn" shouts during my eating time in that sorry excuse of a restaurant. But the real adventure of this trip began only after we stated our return to the safety of the consite. As I exited, I received one more shout about my sword from a drunk person, and I shrugged it off just like any other. What I didn't, was the feeling and sound of my sword pulled from it's scabbard. After a brief bedlam I was able to reclaim my weapon, and I set for the consite again with my friend. One more adventure down more or less safe and sound.
Sunday began as saturday did, just mindlessly wandering about the con-area at first. I and my friend were able to steal a couple of hours of sleep on the consite's second floor, as the security was too busy patrolling the 1st floor. After that we stumbled upon a nice media student from the capital, whom with we discussed various topics for an hour or so. I also apparently saved a russian's life during that morning, am not certain. Or I'm looking forwards to a hell of a phone bill sometime soon.
I had my panel about propmaking at 1200, which went reasonably well considering that I had slept maybe three hours in three days time. that's about 70h of being awake. After the panel. rest of the day went again with wandering the site, and playing a post-apocalyptic RPG with a couple friends. I also watched a lecture about cults, and made a magnificent exit there.
At the end of the day, it went like it usually does; saying goodbyes and hugging people nd one handshake(because I wasn't allowed a hug although the person claims to like my hugs. Controversial, but not really my problem). It was a sad moment, as it always is. But I'll see them again. I hope.
The train back was suprisingly painless for me. I slept 80% of the time, only out of exchaustion as I can't sleep in trains. My friends were harassed by drunk people, and I'm still a bit bitter for them no waking me up as I tend to be big and scary for people who don't know me. But in the end everything was fine and we were home safe and sound. Only that I had the English listening comprehension matriculation exam at 0800 on monday morning(I was in rovaniemi at 0730). But it went okay.
I think I've rambled on about now for too long. I have the English Matriculation proper at 0900 today, so I better go catch some sleep, or try at least.
'Til next con.
Now that I'm here writing, I might as well go through last weekend&Tracon.
On friday evening at approximately 2050 I boarded the train that would take me&other folks from around here to Tampere. The rip was pretty cozy, I was accompanied by a plethora of people from my upper secondary's art line(year younger than me's). The jolly surprise was that Ansku, a friend of mine from years' back was travelling with us on the same train, same car, and on the seat next to me. Now I'm not a religious man that much, but someone rolled a crit there. Apart from not sleeping in practice at all, the trip was ok. (I was fighting with myself about hugging Ansku for thewhole trip because she looked so miserable when she was constantly woken as the train stopped and continued and from the annoying announcements.)
On saturday morning we embarked from the train, and spent the couple morning hours sitting and waiting at the trainstation, with couple of us still sewing their costumes together. With a quick swap to my robes, I was set for the oncoming con pretty quick. Me&Ansku set for the consite four hours before the rest, as they stayed behind to finish their costumes.
I and Ansku spent the morning pretty much walking about at the consite, talking, taking photos and such. This was somewhat of a new experience to me, as I usually wander in cons by myself, but it was nice to have company for once. I met with couple of old friends during that time too, and too k some gorgeous photos of Ansku, even if I say so myself. I had forgotten my own camera's card back home, so I was using friend's Canon EOS. Now I loathe Canon's, but a must is a must. And I learnt to appreciate the almost instant shuttertime compared to the ~second's delay on my Fujifilm. I still love that old wreck, though =3
Around midday, when the rest of the group had hobbled to the site, we went to eat. At first we were pondering where to go, but in the end we opted for the pizza place at the trainstation(I see a pattern here...). It's a good place, it was prolly the third or so time I was there, and the food was as good as it had been the times prior. Sadly some time after our returnto the con I got separated from the rest of th group and hardly saw them for the rest of the time. Greatest regret of the day was not being able to see Ansku off, as she had to leave on the saturday afternoon.
Most of the afternoon&evening on saturday I spent sitting in a corner for reasons not discussable. It was pretty stupid and my behaviour was dickish toward certain someone, but I hope she can fogive me one day.(Not that I deserve it) Once I was back on my feet I did my best to make up for the time lost. I also met someone I hadn't seen in too long time.
Around midnight people started to disembark to their respective housings for the night. As it had formed as a tradition to me, I opted to remain at the consite and struggle awake for the night. It was pain, and stupid over all, but I managed with the help of a great friend who played "Remove Kebab" from his Galaxy tab. During the night we also had he bright idea of retrieving food from a McDonalds in the city center. Now I admit, goiung into a fast food joint during sat-sun night, dressed as a monl with a sword on his back ain't the sharpest thing to do. I expected to be stabbed or something, but I was hit on by a drunk woman instead. I also received countless "samurai" and "Aragorn" shouts during my eating time in that sorry excuse of a restaurant. But the real adventure of this trip began only after we stated our return to the safety of the consite. As I exited, I received one more shout about my sword from a drunk person, and I shrugged it off just like any other. What I didn't, was the feeling and sound of my sword pulled from it's scabbard. After a brief bedlam I was able to reclaim my weapon, and I set for the consite again with my friend. One more adventure down more or less safe and sound.
Sunday began as saturday did, just mindlessly wandering about the con-area at first. I and my friend were able to steal a couple of hours of sleep on the consite's second floor, as the security was too busy patrolling the 1st floor. After that we stumbled upon a nice media student from the capital, whom with we discussed various topics for an hour or so. I also apparently saved a russian's life during that morning, am not certain. Or I'm looking forwards to a hell of a phone bill sometime soon.
I had my panel about propmaking at 1200, which went reasonably well considering that I had slept maybe three hours in three days time. that's about 70h of being awake. After the panel. rest of the day went again with wandering the site, and playing a post-apocalyptic RPG with a couple friends. I also watched a lecture about cults, and made a magnificent exit there.
At the end of the day, it went like it usually does; saying goodbyes and hugging people nd one handshake(because I wasn't allowed a hug although the person claims to like my hugs. Controversial, but not really my problem). It was a sad moment, as it always is. But I'll see them again. I hope.
The train back was suprisingly painless for me. I slept 80% of the time, only out of exchaustion as I can't sleep in trains. My friends were harassed by drunk people, and I'm still a bit bitter for them no waking me up as I tend to be big and scary for people who don't know me. But in the end everything was fine and we were home safe and sound. Only that I had the English listening comprehension matriculation exam at 0800 on monday morning(I was in rovaniemi at 0730). But it went okay.
I think I've rambled on about now for too long. I have the English Matriculation proper at 0900 today, so I better go catch some sleep, or try at least.
'Til next con.
sunnuntai 5. elokuuta 2012
Where did all that time go?
Seems like I promised to report back in three days. Turns out I forgot/was too lazy to do it in three weeks. Partial perpetrator is the foul mood and general antisociality I have been experiencing.
Also turns out that Animecon was less fun than I had remembered. Or this year's edition was faulty in some way. I reckon it has something to do with me keeping a lecture/panel in there. It went fne, thank you. I actually ha an audience with interest in the subject.
Train travel has becomen a standard form of transportation for me. No kidding, I'm sure I have more mileage by a train than by a car in a year. Almost more use in total, but car wins with a slight head. Seats were still uncomfortable, I still couldn't sleep and they still didn't let me out no matter how much I cried and banged the windows. This time no-one tried to arrest me, (for I was carrying a realistic prop sword) but I did get the usual weird stares and ogling from the bypassers. I'm confident it's not because of my looks.
Accommodation was as luxurious as a sports hall and a sleeping bag sounds like. I have the habit of not carrying a mattress or pillow of any kind with me for some strange twist of fate. Everytime I still remind myself to pack them. But oh well, we otakus/akibas/insert a social culture here, we make do. The security guards were quite awesome people and I made friends with a couple of them right away. Meeting old friends is always a plus, too. Sleeping without a mattress on hard floor on the other hand isn't, but I fancy myself a trooper. So to say.
The first day at the con went as first days generally do, with te exception of me having my panel first thing in the morning. That also meant that as a part of the staff I got past the 200-meter line (I feel no remorse toward my fellow coexisters in any way) to make it in time. Not that I would have waited in the line if I weren't in a hurry.
Other highlights of the day were sitting about, sweating, meeting old friends, talking about propmaking, meeting Benzaie and acquiring an autograph, sweating, small amount of time taking photos, and sitting. Fairly regular conday, but uneventfullier. I'm pretty sure that's not a word.
The party in the evening was as most of them are for a person like me who doesn't like partying; loud and sweaty. I ended up sitting/standing and talking with people in the yard most of the evening. At some point the group included a handful of people I knew from before and a couple new faces, one of which was this compact(was about to say tiny, my apologies) girl/woman, who propably was alot older than me and a lesbian who forcifully dragged me to the dancefloor and proceeded to perform an action where two persons hold eachothers' hands and wave around to loud music in poor lighting conditions. I believe it's called dancing. Attending to this cultist act was forced on my part, and I didn't find too much if any enjoyment in it. I appreciate the gesture though, but I dislike people trying to pop my bubble in which I consider myself antisocial and repulsive. It was a good try though, I give you that. At this point of the day I remembered that I hadn't remembered to eat.
I believe I covered sleeping already, but in short the floor was still hard. Cold showers too.
Most of the second day I spent, *drumroll* sitting and sweating, what a shocker. For a moment a security guard from the last night joined me, (no longer in duty though) to elaborately explain to me how her costume of a lab coat, corset, a 21cm(important to tell) leather miniskirt, boots, suspicious liquid bottles and a whip(?) was consisted of stuff she had lying around. I'm not sure but this might have been the act comonly referred as "hitting on someone". There was no physical hitting involved. This is all very new to me.
Apart from that slight misadventure with the opposing sex, my sitting went quite peacefully.
Apart from sitting my day consisted of sitting somewhere else and following a bunch of semi-known people carrying/holding a bag who's name was Oliver. I followed this bunch of people to a local McDonalds to watch them eat and miss the one event during the con I had planned to attend. Welp, my bad. Good company compensated the loss though. Also at this point I recalled the day before and the fact that I still hadn't eaten, and planned to buy something to bite on the returning trip.
The worst thing about cons is the fact that you know that they will eventually come to an end, and the thought loomed over my mind during the entire con. And when the moment to leave and say goodbye eventually came it wasn't as bad as it usually has been. Sure I felt bad for having to leave, but events folloing the con might fool my memory. I ended up saying goodbye three separate times to the same bunch of people, but I guess that's someone's way of reminding me that living this far away from people sucks most of the time. I did remember to pick up something to eat this time though, and managed to pay back a lollipo to a friend with a chocolate bar. There is an intricate backstory involved and it contains swiss black leather. (Does not contain dungeons or BDSM, neither dragons. It was pretty much a geek thing)
The way back was pretty straightforward apart from me managing to drop my cellphone while unloading myself from the vehicle we were riding while stopping to refuel. Luckily I started missing it soon after we parted from the said gasoline depot. More luckily smeone had found it and waited for the time it took for us to turn around and retrieve it. That or someone thinks my union with this undyind piece of plastic is still too young to break. The rest of the journey I slept or readed with no remarkable success in either.
We departed around 2000, and I arrived at home somewhere between 0200 and 0300, and after reliving myself from all the bags I was carrying, instead of doing the smart thing and operate the machine called bed I operated the machine called computer and unloaded the photos I took, little in number. only about an hour after the fatigue took the best of me and I slept.
The following weeks were not nice to me neither in body or spirit. It was terribly hot and bright and there was endless amounts of grass to kill, and it nearly took the best of me(I suffered a heatstroke three times in two weeks cutting that green vermin). After returning home those days I realized that eve at home I was still surrounded. The grass has a friend called floor, and it likes to camoflage itself under various forms of clutter left from my adventures in Animecon. Needless to say that clutter hadd to be removed before I felt safe to turn my back to the floor again.
The spirit part I'll keep to myself, but matters with it were dreadful too. At this point I regretted not buying a chocolae bar for myself too.
And now it's only approximately 48 hours before I need to return to develop my tolerance of stupid people. It might be a good thing partially though, I'm pretty sure walls aren't supposed to have conversation with people.
But then again, I'll be speaking about propmaking, being awake for a weekend, not eating sufficiently and meeting friends after a month again.
Also turns out that Animecon was less fun than I had remembered. Or this year's edition was faulty in some way. I reckon it has something to do with me keeping a lecture/panel in there. It went fne, thank you. I actually ha an audience with interest in the subject.
Train travel has becomen a standard form of transportation for me. No kidding, I'm sure I have more mileage by a train than by a car in a year. Almost more use in total, but car wins with a slight head. Seats were still uncomfortable, I still couldn't sleep and they still didn't let me out no matter how much I cried and banged the windows. This time no-one tried to arrest me, (for I was carrying a realistic prop sword) but I did get the usual weird stares and ogling from the bypassers. I'm confident it's not because of my looks.
Accommodation was as luxurious as a sports hall and a sleeping bag sounds like. I have the habit of not carrying a mattress or pillow of any kind with me for some strange twist of fate. Everytime I still remind myself to pack them. But oh well, we otakus/akibas/insert a social culture here, we make do. The security guards were quite awesome people and I made friends with a couple of them right away. Meeting old friends is always a plus, too. Sleeping without a mattress on hard floor on the other hand isn't, but I fancy myself a trooper. So to say.
The first day at the con went as first days generally do, with te exception of me having my panel first thing in the morning. That also meant that as a part of the staff I got past the 200-meter line (I feel no remorse toward my fellow coexisters in any way) to make it in time. Not that I would have waited in the line if I weren't in a hurry.
Other highlights of the day were sitting about, sweating, meeting old friends, talking about propmaking, meeting Benzaie and acquiring an autograph, sweating, small amount of time taking photos, and sitting. Fairly regular conday, but uneventfullier. I'm pretty sure that's not a word.
The party in the evening was as most of them are for a person like me who doesn't like partying; loud and sweaty. I ended up sitting/standing and talking with people in the yard most of the evening. At some point the group included a handful of people I knew from before and a couple new faces, one of which was this compact(was about to say tiny, my apologies) girl/woman, who propably was alot older than me and a lesbian who forcifully dragged me to the dancefloor and proceeded to perform an action where two persons hold eachothers' hands and wave around to loud music in poor lighting conditions. I believe it's called dancing. Attending to this cultist act was forced on my part, and I didn't find too much if any enjoyment in it. I appreciate the gesture though, but I dislike people trying to pop my bubble in which I consider myself antisocial and repulsive. It was a good try though, I give you that. At this point of the day I remembered that I hadn't remembered to eat.
I believe I covered sleeping already, but in short the floor was still hard. Cold showers too.
Most of the second day I spent, *drumroll* sitting and sweating, what a shocker. For a moment a security guard from the last night joined me, (no longer in duty though) to elaborately explain to me how her costume of a lab coat, corset, a 21cm(important to tell) leather miniskirt, boots, suspicious liquid bottles and a whip(?) was consisted of stuff she had lying around. I'm not sure but this might have been the act comonly referred as "hitting on someone". There was no physical hitting involved. This is all very new to me.
Apart from that slight misadventure with the opposing sex, my sitting went quite peacefully.
Apart from sitting my day consisted of sitting somewhere else and following a bunch of semi-known people carrying/holding a bag who's name was Oliver. I followed this bunch of people to a local McDonalds to watch them eat and miss the one event during the con I had planned to attend. Welp, my bad. Good company compensated the loss though. Also at this point I recalled the day before and the fact that I still hadn't eaten, and planned to buy something to bite on the returning trip.
The worst thing about cons is the fact that you know that they will eventually come to an end, and the thought loomed over my mind during the entire con. And when the moment to leave and say goodbye eventually came it wasn't as bad as it usually has been. Sure I felt bad for having to leave, but events folloing the con might fool my memory. I ended up saying goodbye three separate times to the same bunch of people, but I guess that's someone's way of reminding me that living this far away from people sucks most of the time. I did remember to pick up something to eat this time though, and managed to pay back a lollipo to a friend with a chocolate bar. There is an intricate backstory involved and it contains swiss black leather. (Does not contain dungeons or BDSM, neither dragons. It was pretty much a geek thing)
The way back was pretty straightforward apart from me managing to drop my cellphone while unloading myself from the vehicle we were riding while stopping to refuel. Luckily I started missing it soon after we parted from the said gasoline depot. More luckily smeone had found it and waited for the time it took for us to turn around and retrieve it. That or someone thinks my union with this undyind piece of plastic is still too young to break. The rest of the journey I slept or readed with no remarkable success in either.
We departed around 2000, and I arrived at home somewhere between 0200 and 0300, and after reliving myself from all the bags I was carrying, instead of doing the smart thing and operate the machine called bed I operated the machine called computer and unloaded the photos I took, little in number. only about an hour after the fatigue took the best of me and I slept.
The following weeks were not nice to me neither in body or spirit. It was terribly hot and bright and there was endless amounts of grass to kill, and it nearly took the best of me(I suffered a heatstroke three times in two weeks cutting that green vermin). After returning home those days I realized that eve at home I was still surrounded. The grass has a friend called floor, and it likes to camoflage itself under various forms of clutter left from my adventures in Animecon. Needless to say that clutter hadd to be removed before I felt safe to turn my back to the floor again.
The spirit part I'll keep to myself, but matters with it were dreadful too. At this point I regretted not buying a chocolae bar for myself too.
And now it's only approximately 48 hours before I need to return to develop my tolerance of stupid people. It might be a good thing partially though, I'm pretty sure walls aren't supposed to have conversation with people.
But then again, I'll be speaking about propmaking, being awake for a weekend, not eating sufficiently and meeting friends after a month again.
torstai 12. heinäkuuta 2012
The call of Animecon
Tomorrow it's time again to hit the road. Gods, it's been too long. And I should be sleeping already, as I need to wake up early. Also I should be packed by now already, but guess am I. Luckily that's a short ordeal.
Expect a conreport in three days. Signing off.
Expect a conreport in three days. Signing off.
torstai 21. kesäkuuta 2012
I opened a propblog
My propbuilding will be updated to http://propforge.blogspot.fi/ in the times to come. Feel free to drop in for a look or follow my doings.
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