Mood: "Super" genious

Finally on Friday, 7th of this month, 2 days ago, my car was ready for the painting, although my teacher was still whining about some things (including that I hadn`t placed back the roof fabrique yet). I started the car on Thursday and drove it to the washing hall even if the Team Toyota was giving suspicious comments. They didn`t believe that my baby wouldn`t start after the crash and standing in the schools garage for a month, but THEY WERE WRONG! I knew my darling-Mazda wouldn`t fail me.

So, on Friday noon I filled the paint gun and started the smelly process of painting my car, which I took surprisingly well - knowing that I have asthma and I didn`t have the right kind of painting gas mask, only a better kind of "paper" mask. My teacher would have had one but he didn`t lend it to me...
Well, I managed, although when painting the roof I was all the time feeling I`m slightly too short to see properly where I`ve painted already. My teacher showed me quickly how to do it and whined all the time that I moved the painter too fast, yet according to him he`s never before seen anyone as slow painter as I were. And he was pissed of to me that I dirted his paint gun and paint mixer pot far too well. Well, excuse me, Mr. Teacher! I`ve NEVER before painted a car with a paint gun! The small spray pots are much more different thing and far more easier to handle, and even with those I haven`t painted much. I understand he was annoyed for that he had to stay at the school longer and that it wasn`t very nicely done when there was 1 annoying classmate of mine snooping behind the curtain that separated the washing hall and the garage of the 1st and 2nd year students and I say "Go to hell!" when I think that same dude is there again but instead it was my teacher. He whined to about that what if there would have been the headmaster of the school who`s been snooping a lot lately in our garage for some reason. So, I`m rather sure the head master would have understood if I had apologied politely - after all I`ve been chatting with him in friendly manners in the garage before. I also understand tat he had to be at a certain time picking up his son from the daycare, but I also knew I would need to be at that very same moment on the other side of my school town startign my hygiene-passport studies. And it didn`t help me at all that my sister, Micronian comes to my school to pick me up to that studyplace and whines me all the thime that we should go and that she hates me for not being ready on time, but did they both have to pour all their irritation on my neck? Ok, yes. Yes, because I was the guyilty one. I just hope my teacher wouldn`t be (too) mad at me about the spray paint gun... Or that if he still is, then that he wouldn`t avenge that on my car which has done nothing but saved my ass many times in the different kind of situations.

When I was quickly washing my hads from the paint in the girls` locker room I checked my reflection from the mirror and looked shocked. The earlier Charley-hair had been switched to lame trial of being Charley with Rogue-hair, since my front and top, and some of the neck hair had gotten their share of the Noble White. In the evening I borroewd Micronian`s clarifying shampoo and used some other liquids to get the hair clean from the paint, but it was stuck better than I had imagined, so the whole Saturday went looking like if I had suddenly looked like nearly 65-year-old person. I gotta admit that was looking spooky. Wel, that fortunately didn`t stop me from recieving my hygiene-passport with full scores (Yessss!!) and finally I dug the Hot Ginger -colour I had bought ages ago and decides to colour my hair in order to get the white hair disappearing. Well, I`m a red hair again, but not completely: I`m a Rogue-hair from now on.
The fact is that the car paint was rather catchy stuff and it has stuck to my hair so well, that I perhaps got the most weakest spots coloured, but at least the top and the front hair are still white. Well, I guess I need to adapt the Rogue-attitude now in use and imitate more her clothing if really wanting to be like she is. After all you don`t get accidentally the hair colouring like this.

Mood:  don't ask

Personally, I must admit I was afraid but now I`m feeling relieved. The citizens of Finland chose Tarja Halonen for the presient of this tiny nordic republic. Conan O`Brian seems to feel the same as I do, at least far as I know. **grins** I was afraid the media could get its fave, the capitalist Niinistö through. Well, as Mr, Niinistö said himself "Finns have been able to choose the right president for the right time." (Translation by me and therefore I must immediately declare my disclaimer-clause here for the possible mistranslations & underderstandings. Mistakes are possible and therefore I ask people to correct me rather than heading to sue me immediately. I`m not responsible for the things a former president candidate said - I only tried to translate his words to the readers of this blog as carefully as I could.)

I`m feeling lazy to babble anything else right now to my blog and I`ll be heading now back to heat up my little house - continuing the writing process of my non-bm-related story (the 2nd story to be exact). More information about the president of Finland at the website of the president of the republic of Finalnd. (The pages behind the link are in English for the readers` pleasure.)

Mood: Sleepy

Now playing: Randy Katana: "In Silence" (Ron van den Beuken Radio Edit) (track: 2) and Dj Wout: "Mastermind" (Radio Edit), CD: "Chapter Trance 2" (Distributed by: The Dance Division)

Just checking the e-mails and some newer pics at DeviantArt while cleaning up and organizing the storage boxes under my bed. I had no mood for writing anything special, so I decided to skip that for today.

As I mentioned in 1 of my posting at DA - I have currently running 2 non-BMFM stories on the writing process, plus the sequel for the first one. The one which has the sequel is the one that I`ve already been mentioning here in this blog, but when I went for my x-mas holiday in Lappland - I saw two-parted dream that partly used the same characters that appear in the 1st non-BMFM story, but the charactersthemselves were still a bit different like than the ones in the 1st story are. Therefore I developed a new set of characters to the same base I had n the 1st story, but I changed and altered `em to meet more the figures that appeared in that dream. May sound a bit messy, but since I prefer still to keep silence about the details of those stories - I have to avoid telling anything that reveals too much. On the another hand I`ve kept my non-BMFM stuff separate from the BMFM-universe I`ve created, so therefore I also prefer not to talk too much about `em here in this blog. ...Just to let you dear readers to know I haven`t been resting still all this time and on monday I`m starting a work practice also. But now I must quit for this time. It`s far too late for me to stay up since I have to go to work, but I`m desperately trying to get Angelfire to publish my postings again. (Read it refuses to function and save my postings.)

Mood:  mischievious

kiero = devious, distorted, twisted

"Kierosoft" is a Finnish nickname for Microsoft. Full translation would be something like "twistesoft" or "devioussoft"

The link that put me smile...

Hint: Look the "Did you mean..."

As a "nice" opposite to that amusing thing, here`s little mistake that happened to me which probably amuses you and may get you to think how pathetic I am. Comments are of course welcome, but this is what can happen if you are not careful enough when looking for something in the dark without being able to see anything else than the piece of the road in front of you where your long distance head lights hit.

Mistake of the day

I have kept in a casette box of my car two absolutely needed things for a female being: lipcream to moisturise my lips when needed and a coverstic for the suddenly appearing spots.

Today I was driving back home after doing some shoppings for the Christmas (Yes, I do buy the presents always before the greatest rush-weeks.) and I was feeling far too full after eating in a national competitor of the Finnish McDonalds (I go extremely rarely to a McDonalds!) and the salt of the fries had dried my lips so much that I felt I needed to brush gently my lips with my lipcream. I found it easily in a deep dark car and not looking at it at all I started to run it on my lips and wondered why it was so dry and hard. Then I smelled the odour and finally tasted it on my lips that I had tried to spread the coverstick on my lips! (*rofl!) It was difficult to get it off from my lips in the dark, dark car, driving on a dark road and another car was close bbehind me. Fortunately I finally found the right tube of lip cream, but I can still, nearly 8 hour later taste weakly the coverstick on my lips!

Mood:  chatty

A couple of weeks ago dad`s employee came to him asking if the car she though to be his was really his. Dad said she was correct and then the employee had told that somebody had noticed it there on the staff`s parking place and was interested in about it. Later that person who was interested in about the car came to meet dad and they started to do business about the car. What a Plutarkian can do for his nature?

Since the car was officially owned by mom, dad had to first agree the limits for selling prices for the car. After he had gotten a selling permission signed by mom, he sold the car immediately. Well, I admit he got a better price from it than what someone else, a professional car seller had promised from it, so it was a good deal. Besides I didn`t like that car so I was gladly saying "Tooodless!" to the car. And of course I could get to see a bit more of this lovely country when I had to drive to my dad`s working place on last Friday to pick him up after he had sold the car. 120 kilometres was that trip in total.
Then a bit after that trip I had to drive 80 km extra to take Violeta to the swimming practices... And earlier on that day and on the previous day I had driven also 80 km on both days for nothing, because no-one had told me that the teacher whose lessons I had only on those days was updating his education.

So lately my car has gotten much more kilometres than what it usually is forced to swallow. Fortunately my parents went to check out 1 car today after they had been seeking for a new car for nearly half a year at least. They liked the car and it was sold by the very same person who sold the mom`s previous car, so they got a nice discount from him as the returning customers, even if the previous car had had some problems which later, after all the tests was figured out to be originally from the factory already. But the car store took care of the situation, showing good customer service and my parents were pleased to that and wanted to reward that by returning to the same store and the salesman now when they were looking for a new car. I`m not supposed to reveal any details or information about the new car but this I can say that it happens to be the same brand as the just sold car was. But despite of the fact it`s brand new and new model, I know I won`t like it. I have never liked this car brand and probably never will, but as long as I have my own car to be the model I like and can afford to, I don`t have to care at all about what kind of car my folks are driving.

Later on this evening when I came back home my eyes were caught by the advertisement of my dad`s cousin. There will be the election to the "municipality parliament" soon, the pre-voting time has already begun (I think. Dunno since I always go to vote on the official voting day.) and the candidates are spreading their advertisements. It`s been a sort of tradition that from my family there is about always somebody been chosen in the "parliament" and so there`s now my dad`s cousin as a candidate too to get in there again. Probably he will be chosen to the parliament, he has so much powerful friends and supporters. And perhaps I should and could vote him too. Pity that he is on the list of the ONLY party that I have refused to vote and which supports the idealogies which are crossing mine very bad.
And I guess from there rose again the idea that perhaps on some day I should announce myself to become a candidate for the municipality parliament.

And when I was thinking about the idea about me trying to get in the parliament I came to the thought to think my good qualities:

- Works passionately for the things she finds important
- Respects traditional family values
- Dares to give critique if that is necessary
- Able to open her mouth and say what is needed if that is necessary
- Respects the authorities
- Loyal to her employer
- Hard working
- Curious and excited to learn new things
- Honest and faitfull
- Finding minor errors and "viling the commas"
- Enjoys to be the part of the wheels of bureucracy
- Votes every time
- Gets well along with the old people
- Good at making "Poor Knights" and meatballs
- Is pro for the tighter smoking law. (I know this may annoy the smokers, but since it`s such a bad health risk for everybody, not just for the smokers, I personally think the law could be even tighter what it is now. But if all the countries around the globe would get even this kind of smoking legistation as we have now - the world would be a lot better and healthier for everybody.)
- Is good at getting koi-fishes on the mood for producing offspring. (A person who runs an aquarium store which we usually visit when needing new fishes or plants or anything else for the aquarium, said that it`s very difficult to get koi fishes to produce offspring in the normal aquariums people have at their homes. But my fishes hve succeeded in that! )

Mood:  vegas lucky

Woei!
I indeed have gotten a real supa schedule for this studyperiod (next 7 weeks approxmately)! I have only one course to study, and I have the lessons of it on Thursday and Friday afternoon. 90 minutes on each day and that`s it! Well, I know I can`t get that easily from them, especially whe my school is approximately 35 kilometres away from me and I go to school by buss. That means I have to leave my house quite much earlier than the lessons would require, but then again, I`ve been working a lot at the student cafe and I think I still have to continue - even if I would get some of the shifts arranged to be somebody else`s worry.

Question of the day: What on earth then I`m going to do when I`m not having those 2 double lessons?
A) I`m either at school cooking coffee or finishing some yet undone works which I must return to teachers. Or then checking out my e-mail boxes and chatting with Midnight and Vinnie II (hopefully). or
B) I`m at home doing my domestic duties, cleaning cooking, carrying the chopped wood to the warehouse or finally starting the real work with my graduation work. Or then I might be working too, if the weather just gets better than this. Well, fortunately there`s not flooding in my house yet, but some fields have already been left under water when the surface or the rivers and even lakes has risen lately.

Mood:  irritated

I was sitting next to my computing table in a corner of my house, feeling blank but irritated. Mickeysoftwa did it again! On late July me and my fiance Vinnie II we updating and reinstalling the whole completeness again into my old table comp, even doubled the memory size to make it better able to meet todays demandings. The funny thing now is that I could do the picture handling stuff better with the old settings than with the new ones. And if I have to look for an excuse for the source of my irritation that was easily picked to be the allmighty Microsoft.

But why to blame Bill Gates and his crew for my own mistake? Well simple. It`s the question about swapspace of these beloved Microsoft products. Fortunately Windows XP (Home at least but Pro should too but not been testing this with any XP Pro machine yet.) already is able to get more swapspace from the disk if needed - but 98 doesn`t.
And I guess the problem gets a new aspect in the stripped Windows 98Lite. But I`m still glad there`s no MSIE in the 98Lite. Instead, I have had Mozilla installed in there. Better privacy - safer surfing, not so much browser hijack attempts and trojans.

So, since there`s new, surprising co-operation bugs betheen my old comp, Win98Lite and PSP7 I had to dig up an empty CD-rom and burn the picture I was handling on it, to be able to transfer it on my laptop where I had MSN Messenger 6 open and a discussion going on with my mate. I give 9 from the smoothness and fastness Nero Express worked and I got the pic rather quicly burned on CD-rom.

But like if all the frustration I hadn`t been enough when trying to shrink the picture in the question in a more decent size, Mickeysoftwa stroke again. My laptop runs Win XP Home and I had couple of web browser pages, 2 messenger discussions on and a freshly burned CD-rom-to-be-opened when XP jammed for the first time. Whined about the lack of memory which the table machine had been complaining too. In total the XP of mine got jammed for 4 times, on each time that much long that Vinnie II already got worried about me and for a reason. When my own machines ain`t working in the way I want, I get violentical thoughts for them which always don`t stay on the level of thoughts. The good news for the enployers and everybody else is that I never get that aggessive with their machines. I guess it`s because my parents always tauch me to treat other people`s stuff with gentle hands. Instead, when I have bought the thing myself just for me and my use, I can expect myself to know the limits of my machine too. And it`s just and only me who suffers if I`d suddenly throw my comp through the window on the top floor.

Curious to know if got the picture shunk?
Nope. I didn`t, at least by the time I`m writing this (6.10pm on the following day). Messenger cut the sending operation every time adter some time when I tried to send it to Vinnie II so he could shrink it with his much more powerful comp. And after sulking enough I had gotten so hungry that I was feeling sick already. (I had gotten up at 8 and only thing I had eaten by that moment (it was a bit before 8pm) was a small mugfull of Pepsi Max, some 180g share from 200g of milk chocolate bar/plate.)

I still may try to shink the pic using my laptop when there`s no other programs running at the same time or then be a good mouse and take the CD-rom to my parents` place and use the PSP7 on their number cursher to get the picture smaller, so that I can do the final handlings and publish it in Technodrome and The Modo Fan Club.
Yes, it`s a Modo-pic.

Mood: Tired

I just thought to write a bit on this blog of mine... Not been doing that for a little while.

I just noticed that Angelfire has changed the blog builder. New features added. I could for example show my mood simply by choosing the right alternative from the list that opens in the editor. But at least now there`s no such mood as being tired, so I stick to express that mood at least in the traditional way. Writing it to the base text as a separate paragraph. Besdes, I aways write these in HTML form, so it`s not that big deal to me. And in my opinion the MSN smileys (Download MSN Messenger!) are much more nicer-looking than the Angelfire Blog Smileys.

So, what has been going on in my life?

Well, at least I`ve gotten my net connection back and it runs smoothly. But despite of that I haven`t been able to be on-line very much. And every time I was on-line on last week, Vinnie II never was.
At least I got finished a pic that I started to draw on the summer 2002. (As you may see, finishing my pic can take a long time.) Well, I`m currently 98% finished 1 pic which I originally drew in year 2000.
I`m a mood drawer. That means I can`t draw/colour/e.t.c... any picture at any time, systematically. I can and have been developing that skill but if I truly feel to be at the top of the happiness, I can`t work with pic which describes hatred, anger, frustration, sadness, and so on... and vice versa of course.

Today I also heard a question from somebody that he/she (Ain`t gonna reveal who!) had heard that I was giving up from the Biker Mice from Mars -fandom. I was surprised, because I have tried to update the Technodrome - Home of the de Megazones and Megazone Fighters lately, though I haven`t been appearing on The Discussion Board of The Unofficial Biker Mice From Mars lately. Whoever has been wondering if the news about my "retirement" are true, here comes my answer: Nope. I`m still kicking and breathing. And how I ever could leave the BM-fandom completely because I got my true Biker Mouse via the fandom.

News about the bunnies

While I was out of net connections I had had to book a visit to the vet for Johan, so that he would become unable to have cubs with his sister Pipsa. My mom took the boy to the vet on 1 day then and when she returned from there, her first comment was the he had become she. I was giving weird faces to her, not getting her point and then she said that the the bunny ain`t he. But even the vet had had to give anesthetic to "Johan" so that he would have been able to be 100% sure about the gender. And after a carefut examination he had confirmed that despite of the pretty masculine appereance of this bunny, it was a female anyway. So, I had to give a new name for her and she then got the name "Raisa Puputti" basing to the stripe around her neck ("stripe" = "raita" in Finnish. And of course this newly named bunny, Raisa, avoided the operation. 2 girls can`t make cubs on their own.

Mood: Excited

Yay!
After planning to do this for 2,5 years I finally got a chance to do a proper-looking blog! Vinnie II, who is visiting me currently, is playing some "kill-a-bogy" -game with his laptop while I`m writing this. I should already go to sleep because I must get up early tomorrow (or today actually) but I`m too excited about this. :P
I got a fiberglass connection 1 week ago to roll and since then I`ve tried to catch up the messages more also at the Discussion Board of Unofficial Biker Mice from Mars Fan Club and go through my e-mail boxes too.(And there`s a lot of `em!) Mostly I just get spam which I hate a lot, so therefore I beg and ask you not to become a spammer too. Reasonable e-mails are always ok, but the commercial junk can skip me. I don`t need any >beep< enlargements, Viagra, or spy anybody anywhere -trash.

Also virus-makers better not to bother to e-mail me. I hate it when my or my family member`s computer gets choked after I have removed some virus/viruses from my/their computer(s).

For the rest of you I wish you would stay and enjoy on my pages. :)

Ride free citizens!

Mizeleingzelo "Mize" de Megazone