A Baby for Roi & a Place in Heaven for me and my kind

Oh dear, Five months of blog abstinence is a direct result of the northern summer: Finnish winter is long, cold and pitch black best spent playing MMOs or hibernating, but summertime is for fun and outdoors. To prove that I didn’t just build a time machine in May and set it to October, here are couple of ‘photos or it did not happen‘:

One of the photos a drunken photographer took in Espa in June.

Eppu Normaali live ^^ first time ever for me. Jannen Jamit, Järvenpää, Aug 2009.

My mum takes awesome photos, it was just a really blurry day A rabbit holding a candle, a gigantic balloon and me. Taidehalli, Aug 2009.

Fingerboard park, Kasarmintori, Helsinki.

Pipilotti Rist‘s video installation in Kiasma. Or a red-haired Finnish fairy. You decide.

Far too soon the evenings have been getting darker and weather colder. Only last week it was hailing when I cycled home from work and I froze half of my remaining brain cells in one go. A bonus pic from Torni‘s ladies’ room; this is what Helsinki is going to look like from now on – but much darker.

From the random photos to Great News: my dear friend Roi is now a married man (Hooray!), the bun is in the oven (Hooray!)  and in April Roi will start a new hobby changing diapers (Hooray!). Gratz to Sonja too, well done! ^^

With Roi in Tuska metal festival, June 2009

Roi has been a great friend of mine all the way from our studies in Southampton Institute. Together we have been to more gigs than an average kid sees in a whole lifetime and now Roi gets to pass his great taste of music to the kid. How lucky is this baby going to be: falling asleep listening to the sweet Gothenburg sound. And naturally, Roi told me these great news in Raised Fist gig. All this will naturally mean less gigs for us together, but it sure happens for a good cause! From metal babies to last weekend’s CLUES TO HUMAN BEHAVIOR: Planet Fun Fun exhibition in Keravan Taidemuseo, where a workmate of mine is one of the displaying artists. Check out the piece below by Petri Ala-Maunus called There is a Place in Heaven for Me and My Kind. I am happy to live  longer knowing I will eventually get to this Jehovan style paradise with added lambs and flames:

In September I turned 35 and am now officially old enough to fit into the cougar age group (aka hunt, prowl, corner, pounce):

A cougar, by my definition, refers to a woman over the age of 35 (or 40 depending on who you ask) that goes out looking for younger dudes to prey on to fulfill their mature urges. While cougars have been around for a long time, they have become increasingly popular over the past few years thanks to the antics of high-profile cougars like Demi Moore, Linda Hogan and Debbie Rowe.

Glad that aging women are trendy now. However, does this mean I will need to start checking ID’s now? Somehow, those hot calculating, man-eating huntresses couldn’t be further from me – I feel more like MacGyver instead. Anyone else old enough to remember the following dialogue in the first ever MacGyver episode:

Colson: “You know, it’s gonna take alot more than you can carry in that knapsack to get you through all this.”

MacGyver: “Well, the bag’s not for what I take Colson, it’s for what I find along the way.”

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