There's nothing that I wouldn't do / Save lay my rifle down

Went to see the movie today, Skyfall. Maybe there is something in this whole James Bond-business..

This is actually just a notice to anyone who might be reading: I'm probably going to be dead to the world for a few months. I don't have any good, grown-up reason. But you might have noticed that yesterday was the release date for a certain video game I had been waiting for a very long time.

I do recommend playing all the Assassin's games,they are fully worthy of your time. This is not a review. I haven't yet played enough to give anyone a comprehensive image about AC III. I have liked - loved- what I have seen so far. I am yet again completely hooked. When playing this series, I don't notice time passing. Hell, I won't even notice if someone is talking to me. (Today, my father told me that his tyre got busted while he was driving. He said that I responded to his talking to me. Afterwards, I had no memory of this happening)

I don't know why I'm writing this, I could be playing.

See you in a month or so.

If that's what gets your dick hard / Telling people they're bad at making art.

I tried my hand at this making art-business again. Work in progress or not, depending if I can muster up courage to add contrast and textures. Probably not, though.
Funny fact: Blue ink dries faster than red.
Note for self: Test how long new inks take to dry before using them.

Ladies of the New Century

I took my first tattoo today. I was a nervous wreck until I walked into the Flame Tattoo & Piercing in Helsinki, Kamppi. After sitting into that chair, though, all my worries drained away. It didn't hurt all that much  (from stories I had heard I expected a lot worse) Guy who tattooed me was calm and nice. My tattoo didn't bleed almost at all, and it already (after 4 hours) has stopped prickling. In short: I'm very pleased with outcome.

It's a hydrogen atom. You'll be receiving no
explanation.

Taking a tattoo was to me obvious choice. I was about ten when it first occurred to me that they are a real thing that real people have. Of course I wanted one. (If I remember correctly, my first idea for a tattoo was a old school scorpion. I was one of those kids.) My mother said, "maybe when you're older" Well, guess who's older now?
My family doesn't care about my septum, or haircut, or tattoo in one way or other, but I do hear from them regularly (them and my grandparents) that I'd be "such a pretty girl" without them. And each time I grin internally, because it rarely occurs to people, that I want piercings and tattoos (yes, I intend to take one or two or ten more) to set myself apart from those pretty faces and bodies. There is more to people than that. This is a way to show others who I am inside, on the outside.
Cheeeesyyyyy.

Hear the shimmy and the shake / From a futile war

Today, at work I found three post-it notes stuck to our ideas-list. I have no idea who wrote them. Anyway, here's what was in them, with typos and all:

"Maailmanloppu ei ala 2012 vaan III maailmansota terrorismin/koneita vastaan. Pohjoiskorea (:neokorealaisten) mukana on Kiina, Venäjä (:neuvostoliitto), Iraq, Iran, Afkanistan, Somalia, osa Amerikaa mistä sissit ja Kuuba tulee. Neo CCCP Copra. Varautakaa siihen jos aijotte selvitä siitä tulevastta taistelussa. 

 Translation: The end of the world doesn't begin 2012, but the World War III, against terrorism/machines.  With North Korea (:Neo Koreans) are China, Russia (Soviet Union), Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Somalia, the part of America where partisans and Cuba come from. Neo CCCP Copra. Be prepared for that if you want to survive the battle that will come.


I now have newly found respect for my co-workers. I'm also dying to know who wrote this.

I don't want him you can have him / He's not worth fighting for / Besides there's plenty more where he came from

That awkward moment when you realize while stalking the friend of your friends whom you have never met blog that they are wearing your sweater in over half of their pictures.

My sweater has more friends than I.

*dead*