My life must have been prolonged by at least five years. Last night Rika & I were watching this 80's Robin of Sherwood and did we laugh! The dialoque is wonderfully sarcastic and Sir Guy of Gisburne always gets beaten, either literally or verbally! Most often by the Sheriff of Nottingham and oh, if we could've had Alan Rickman there!! He would've made the series even better. *sighs*
Next holiday I will do a bit time traveling and book a passage to Sherwood Forest and pack Rika along and we are going to have so much fun *sharpens her sword* .... *grins* Yep, I believe you could always sleep in the hay, Rika.
Though the series was indeed made twenty years ago, I must admit that it still has that something in it. Needless for me to say that Robin Hood (Michael Praed) still makes my socks twirl anti-clockwise. And Rika, again, picked up the 'bad boy' of the lot, Will Scarlet. Now, who else it could've been? Though I seem to remember that in the earlier years it was a certain Nasir, the man with two swords, the sarasen. In all honesty I must confess that I am strangely drawn to Little John...just look at him! I seem to recollect that I once stated that I have a weakness for long-haired, bearded men. After all, it was he who harassed me last night in my dreams, and he handed me a cell phone so I could sent a sms. Talk about wierd dreams.....*rolls eyes*
I just love that series to pieces. *falls apart*
It is something that is part of me growing up, I think. Maybe even more so since I have always rather been drawn to cars, trains and other boy's stuff & games/plays than to playing home with girls & dolls. I did have my dolls, but I always needed some of the other girls to play with me and even then, I think, it was always someone else who suggested the doll-plays. I would've rather taken my plastic race car track out and drive like posessed and see if this time I could make the cars fly off the track, as the sometimes did because the magnet was not strong enough for the speed. *grins* I had the only track in the neighbourhood where the cars could change lanes at will. Let me explain, normally, on one lane, you would have two current conducting 'wires' on the track, on the opposite sides of a groove in which the knob at the bottom of your car would go. Right? On mine, there was no groove, only three current conducting 'wires', hence the lane-changing possibility. Of course, on curves the car that was using the inside track would automatilcally slide on the outside curve and sometimes collide with the other car and if you were unfortunate enough, the car would just sit there, right in the middle of the tracks, on plastic, which, as we all know, do not carry a curent. I still have that track, you know, perfectly operateable. It may not be in its prime, but I am planning to change that.
...Confessions of a not so tired Padawan...*smiles sheepishly*
Rei, the hooded man woman says: "The powers of light and dark are with me!"
I must to go and give my undivided attention to my darling Jedi. I don't know what I did, but he just decided to mope about a week and he wouldn't tell me if I had done something or what was amiss. One of those weeks again, I guess...*sigh* Oh, he knows that I love him to no end all that, but as much as he is a Jedi Master, underneath, if you scratch a little, there is a very ordinary man. He is not the easiest of men to live with, but I don't think I would want him to be any different.
24/09/04
The word of the day is liquefy.
*sigh* I wish I had been in Toronto this year. At the film festivals. *deep sigh* This morning I thougt to watch the Talking Movies on BBC World, just to see if anything good was coming this way. Good for me, my coffee cup was on the table when I had this acute, and severe, case of... well, he has a way of causing my heart to break-beat, big time. *squeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!* Immensly blue eyes stare at me from the telly and I am crawling that way, finding a way behind the screen. Oh me, oh my, it is Liam and all of this world disappears in an instant. It is just his eyes. And The Voice! *thud!*
I'd give five years of my life to have him read me a bedtime story.
...I can't believe I just said that /Mac Gyver.
Quote of the day: Bill Condon: "Kinsey had this amazing ability to look you in the eye and take your sex history. Within five minutes you'd be telling him some of the most intimate stuff about your own life. An amazing sense of empathy, they used to call him a gentle giant, and I think those same words apply to Liam Neeson. He's just got such a soft centre to him in that great, imposing body, so he just seemed like the right person."
*sigh* I have nothing to add.
An hour later I am in this shop, two shower curtains under my arm and I am looking if there are any good dvds. Another heart-stopping moment. Robin of Sherwood!!! The 80's series with Michael Praed. Seasons one & two, the only ones worth seeing. The third season...no, Jason Connery just was no match for Michael Pread, never was, never will be. Moreover, Mr. Pread wasn't just acting Robin, he was Robin of Locksley.
I remember I used to have this wooden sword when I was a child teenager and on it I had written, with a ball point pen, one word: Albion. My sister had a similar thing, hers only read Orias. And yes, there in the corner is my 'long bow', made of fir, I think. Dad made that for me some seventeen years ago. Now, I don't dare to use it anymore, the fir is so dry that it'll snap in the first instant. Back then we spent most part of the summers on our summer cottage and we ran on the fields bows and swords in our hands hacking the haypoles, 'killing the Nottingham soldiers'.
And then some think I am little weird when I dress up as a Jedi Padawan and walk the streets.... Boy, you ain't seen nothing yet. *grins*
My Audi needs to be fixed, nothing major. The end of this wham-ditty, other end attached to the wheel side and the other end is somewhere under the hood, crucial part of steering. So, this the end of this whangdoodle and the joint there needs to be changed before I dare to hit the road. And of course the earliest I can get it done is on Monday! Here I was, thrilled to be on the road tomorrow, but now I dare not and I must postpone my leaving with two whole days! Nae worry, it is better to fix the car than wrap it, and myself, around a tree doing 130km/h when this wham-ditty decides to break apart. Better safe than sorry, in this matter.
Greetins from the govenment as well, actually a 'thank you' note of sort, to me for thinking ecologically and driving a less polluting car. /sarcasm. Diesel tax, to be paid asap. Well, it is a small price to be paid for a car that, when the adjustments are corrrect, does pollute less than your ordinary petrol car. Truly! Plus that diesel is cheaper, a lot cheaper. *grins* And once you get a diesel running, it will not turn off as its whim. Much reliable, take it from me, I've had two petrol cars and when my sister sold the second one, I swore never to have one of them again, not in a million years, I'd rather walk! *giggles*
I could be wrong, 'though.
23/09/04
I finally got the photos processed. Good for me. *grins* No other reason to blog but look! My new car! *beams*
The new lay is still coming up, tonight I can't be bothered to do anything about it, I'm too tired, or my eyeses are, I can't see straight. I've been sitting here almost all day, resizing pics and sending them to Rika so that we would finally get The Hike page up & running.
Padawan Mei-Tai, off to bed soon.
20/09/04
Thank you oh so very much Liam Neeson! Thank you so very much for introducing me to this 'madness' that'll ruin me & put me in a very early grave. Or in the debtor's prison if I am lucky. Some time ago I stumbled on this Star Wars: Galactic Phrase Book & Travel Guide and I got it today and guess what! There is a bloody long list of all these other books that I simply must have. /sarcarsm.
Seriously, I have been a Star Wars fan as long as I can remember but this 'madness' for books is quite new. Not only must I have the novels, no, it is more than that, my collection of 'behind-the-scenes' (refrence library, as I call it) is getting longer and longer and longer by month!
'God's Blood!' (/Dirk Struan) There are times when (today) I, quite literally, want to twist my darling paddy, Liam Neeson, into so many knots that even he won't know which limb is which! He is tall enough. ....and of course we all know that I'd never had the heart to do so for one look of those immensly blue eyes would, literally, liquefy me on the spot. *grins*
Thank the Force, you are still alive!
This sarcastic sense of humor seems to run in the family, mum gave me this huge pasta kettle. She said it was perfect for me. Guess what reads on it? Yep, qui pasta. *shakes head* I stopped believing in coinsidence years ago.
OT: New lay coming up.
13/09/04
Uh, yes. I am back, still in one piece, more or less. The hike was fine, except for the occasional rainshowers (read: rain all day). More detailed story coming up on The hike , meaning that as soon as Rika writes it and I get the photos processed. The Summer Sledge Rail proved to disasterous, I was at the bottom of the channel like on every other ride. But I never thought it could be such FUN! Recommend heartly, go for it, break a leg.
Things I will not do in the near future: Move my mum's stuff!! The amount of books and fabrics & like is UN-believable!
Newsflash: I bought a car, pics coming up. Good old reliable Audi 80, year 1986, 1.6l Turbo Diesel, half a million km AND not a spot of rust, exept cosmetic, nothing that a little sandpaper and paint won't fix. Now, mind you not judging before giving a test drive. There is, however, one tiny little, insignificant, bad thingy: the car just runs too fast! *grins* The problem might be me, too.
So, for now on it is business as usual for me, work & write. There is this story I've been working on for a very long time and it needs just the finishing touch. *digs up the old Triumph & starts banging*
Wanted: Tatu!!! Where are you??? I miss you, luv!
OT: Jussu was sweet sex talking to me. No matter what, he always turned the conversation to sex. Nice? Well, it is good to know that young laddies still find me attractive. *laughs*
Padawan Mei-Tai, back from a holiday on the Mines of Kessel.
11/08/04
It's been a while. I have been coming & going like a bat out of hell for the past couple of, uh, weeks? It all started with a 117 hour roster followed with another with 'only' 113 hours. Not per week, mind you, per three weeks. The little time off I get is for my beauty sleep because that is really the only thing I have time for, execpt for a shower every other day or so. So, for six weeks it has been 'coathangers swinging' -life for me. (Thank you Mikko for providing this very descriptive idiom (?))
There are places in this world where I should never go with money, music stores are one of them, another are book shops. Never let me wander in one of them with money, oh no. Then again it would be far worse without money for I would cry my eyeses out because there is this book I desperately need to get and I don't have the money. *snif snif* This Monday I wandered in one, looking for a good English-English dictionary and whatdoyouknow, I truly find one, also an idiom and synonyms & antonyms -dictionaries. Looking at the price tags makes me think twice, it is a lot of money, so I ditch the synonyms and wander deeper in the book shop. Big mistake. A very costly mistake. A brand new Star Wars novel and two other Star Wars books for my 'reference library'... 60 euro. On my way out I ditch the English-English dictionary.
So, what's the catch here? I ditch the books that I really need and buy something else in their stead, books that I could propably get later, order them by the ISBN or something. This all without thinking it twice and not caring how much they cost when only 5 minutes earlier I had been thinking that gee, these dictionaries really are expensive. Well, nothing really new or unexpected, when it comes to Star Wars and especially to the Old Republic, I have a bad habit of ignoring the price tags. Money is no object.
"Bear in mind this you must, my young padawan, the hand is quicker than the brain." Now, I can't remember where I read that but it is one of the things that can be used in various situations. The meaning in plain English would be something like that you should always think, at least, twice before doing something. Another very usefull phrase, and one that I use a lot, is "The ability to speak does not make you intelligent." /Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Believe me, I honestly cannot remember how many times I have made people laugh out loud with that particular quote.
So people, I might as well spit it out, I have been Jedi-ed, once again. Might be the fifth or sixth time this year alone. Not that I mind but it can be a bit difficult sometimes, being pulled to two different directions at the same time. *sighs* I have seen TPM for about fifteen times, I have the DVD and I'd love to see it again, but I can't, the end always breaks my heart and all I want to do is die too. I can't even finish reading the book for I do not see what's written there. Now, understand this, there is more to this than just the film/book but I am not allowed to tell.
The hike is on in two days and I have packed the final missing bits and pieces in my back pack. Thank you Rika for naming me Aragorn...but I think my 'sword' is better, "an elegant weapon from more civilized days." /Ben Kenobi (?) *grins*
Ruby Hornblower, booking a holiday on Ilum.
25/07/04
Some of you might know that I had this ancient screen, something like fifteen years old. No, I am not kidding or pulling your leg or anything, I mean it. After several 'encouragements' from friends, I finally got tired of it and heaved it out. So, a brand new screen, imagine that, a 19" tft, great gear, but it is HUGE. It is bigger than my telly, and that too is very old. There is a downside to it, the new screen cost me an arm and two legs. *sigh* It seems that I need a new telly as well, but the old one has to last at least another year, for the next item on my shopping list is a new comp. I also need a new printer, the old one I got is, well, served out it's time as my printer. I am so sick and tired to hunt for good quality pics on the net and more over, I am tired of that tri-color & black cartridge system because the tri-color never runs out of all colours at once. No, it is always one colour that dies and the two remaining are no use, except to print out, say, pink text. So, I found this Epson printer, 6-colour system, that makes nice photograph-quality prints, but guess what? It only uses USB and the one I got is not working, as Tommi found out earlier. How utterly nice! That is the major factor for me drooling over a new comp, to get, at least one, but preferably two USBs that work. One for the printer, the other for the Bluetooth keyb & mouse, for I am getting one of them.
I am so in the need of a holiday, I just want to get out of the lunatic asylum called work. Sometimes I get the feeling that it is the Local Laughing Academy. All right, it was Friday and I just got the infamous visit from the King Laugh while working with this same colleaque whom I met, looking very handsome, the other week. He also 'robbed' half of my licorice I had bought not ten minutes before. No worry, by that time I had extinquished my craving for sweet anyway. Thanks for the mail, Tatu, you crack my shit up! I have a few other friends down your way and I need to visit them as well. It is nice to know that I am one of your girlfriends and I get a nice cup of hot tea whenever I am around. *beams* And likewise, if you're around this way, give me a call and I return the favour. Deal?
Uh, back to the holiday -business. I am going on the hike, with Rika and Tarja. I am so looking forward to it. I simply need to get out of the city for a while, in the middle of nowhere (MT, the 4th album), where I can switch off my phone because there is no reception there and mostly because there is no way to recharge it. So, no ringing of the phone, no can-you-come-to-work-in-an-hour -calls. And even if I had the phone on, it would give me such sadistic plasure to say no, that I cannot because I am in the woods and the nearest road is a half day's trek away. If you want me, I'll do it, on two conditions, 1, I get compensated for the loss of my annual holiday (very expensive) and 2, sent a helicopter to get me. Other that that, it is no-no. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my job, but when you do 12-14 hour days, five days a week, it does get to you.
Ruby Hornblower, who has her backpack ready by the door for the third week in a row.
20/07/04
I have to take back my hasty words. I did a little something to the art-part, nothing major, but Sunday night I just wanted the thing up and running. Now, I don't know is it is any better, by at least the pics & sad excuses for explanations go hand in hand. You know, the pic and the right text. One thing is for sure, dial-up users will lose a great deal of hair, but I am not going to apologise. I would never get anything done if I just thought of others first. In the line of I-cannot-say-this-because-someone-might-get-offended -kinda thingy. So, live with it.
I've been thinking that what is it with me and certain laddies (yes Tatu, I do mean you too) that the second they see me, they can do little else than laugh? No matter what I say or do. Sometimes it bugs me to no end, but I guess it is far better if they laugh for it would be extremely horrible if they cried when they saw me. So, I take that as a....uh...If I used the word 'compliment' here, would I then be sadly wrong?
One thing about food, and escpecially about the 'just add water' -stuff. The other day I had the Cup-A-Soup, mushroom -variety, with me and I as I was consuming it, (yes, consuming is the right word, you cannot really talk about eating/drinking it) I got this impression that something had happened to the 'soup' in the course of time for somehow it tasted different. So, having my usual day of sarcasm I say to a colleque of mine that the dried pieces of mushrooms taste like cardboard. Other than that, the cardboard-mushroomsoup (pahvisienikeitto, in finnish) was ok. Now, to the point, I am hungry and I thought of heating up some pale-coloured sauce and cook some pasta along with it... Oh, hurrah! Pale food, that's all need...
18/07/04
A quick entry, a new, improved lay, still Karl, but I added Art. I will tell more about the process of making the pics, but right now sleep has priority one. Long day tomorrow, 14 hours.
12/07/02
There has to be a reason why I constantly keep fooling myself. Yes, last Friday I rented out a Karl Urban film, the Ghost Ship. I admit, I am a fan of horror films, but nine out of ten is for one time use only, this was no exeption. Karl was great, it appears that he does have some talent. I can't really be certain about it since I have only seen two of his films. So, there I was, in my bed, watching the Ghost Ship in broad daylight, and yes, I admit it, I was hiding under my pillow like I-don't-wanna-see-that!! and Don't-go-in-there-because-you-will-get-killed!! Now, what I cannot figure our is why in the blazes did I ever rent it out because I have an issue with
1. dead people,
and 2. abandoned/sunken ships! Titanic beeing the example. I do not like them ships! *shivers*
*sigh* They killed him...They killed Munder. It is not fair! *goes in denial*
Today, at work, there was this one laddie I just could not get my eyes off. I told you, I have a weakness for long-haired, bearded men and this laddie had the nerve to be a Karl Urban look-alike. *pant pant....uh...hump!* To stir up the soup, at changing trains I met my colleaque in a dark suit and blue tie, hair in order and *gasp* did he look good! *phew!*
Five weeks to holiday, I can't wait to get out of the city and in the wilderness in peace & quiet.
Ruby Hornblower, counting the days
04/07/04
I told you, I am not very good at this, last entry was long, too long ago. Sorry excuses:
1. After spending most of the late winter and nearly all spring at my comp, I simply got tired of it.
2. Nothing worth mentioning has happened. (what a lousy excuse!)
3. Since I have a pile of books, three feet high, to read I don't have time to hang around my comp. (another lousy excuse)
and 4. My internet connection was down due to a chance of the service provider. That proved to be a splendid thing to do, since now my connection is working mighty fine, no 'power' failures or the likes.
So, another Lotr actor, Karl-Heinz Urban and I can think of nothing but ketchup. You know, Heinz ketchup. No offence, laddies, but I will refer to him as the ketchup-man. I have no idea why I suddenly had this irrepressable urge to make a new lay of Karl. It could be that, ever since I was run over by my dearly beloved Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, that I have found bearded, long-haired men most attractive. I really cannot put my
finger on it just what it is about Karl that makes me weak at my knees. Look at the pic on the page, hair falling on his shoulders and his eyes saying: 'I am lonely and I need you to hold me'. Now tell me you do not surrender before something like that. I cannot refuse him. *hugs Karl*
Another pic of Karl that I find very, very...uh...thought provoking? Rika and Juk, talk to the elbow for the ear ain't seeing. I know what you two are thinking and I am sure it is not his acting talent. But I do have to admit, I wouldn't be immensly scared if I saw him in my bed, first thing in the morning. I only might wonder how he got there. The pic is from the film Ghost Ship and I found it on this page.
I still have something to do with this lay and I need to get ready for tomorrow, busy week coming, actually, the next three weeks I will be very busy ping-ponging from Tampere to Helsinki, back and forth. Such is my work. I only hope it is nothing like last week when I though I was going one way and after five minutes I was going to a totally different direction. No, I wasn't on the wrong train, I did some train-hopping for reasons I won't go into, but I wasn't my fault. So, I won't be blogging more often, I think. *grins*
10/05/04
Yay! New lay! I give you Richard Dean Anderson and Whiskey. (propably misspelled)
My teenage hero, my very first mentor, Mac Gyver. *sigh*
I don't know what it is about Richard Dean, but he still does it, turns my life upside down with that beautiful smile and dark brown eyes. He has been doing that ever since I was six years old and I guess he will keep on doing that for many long years to come. I grew up watching Mac Gyver and believe me, I never missed one episode, not one. Mac was the single, most important thing in my life at that time and come hell, hailstones or the Queen of England, I'd get my weekly 'fix' of Mac. Since then I have seen, not all, but part of the series three times! Thank you to STV1 & SubTV. Call me crazy, but I'd like to see the whole series, from the very first episode to the very last one, one more time. I would settle for a DVD release of the whole series, too.
I suppose I could praise the series a bit more, but I won't. It was the best series ever made, and still is, no exeptions, the best. To be totally honest, I have a Swiss army knife in my handbag/pocket, always, and I must admit that it has saved my day more than a few times.
Ruby Hornblower, bows low to the best 'teacher' she ever had.