Wall of Mouths

Our cat somehow learned to knock on the door. He was out in the yard and in time figured out how to do it by himself, no one ever thought that we could teach the cat something like this. We don’t have a doorbell, just a metal knocker that you lift and it makes a loud enough sound. I was a bit amazed the first time I went to open the door and only one in there was the cat.

Interesting. I’m with opalmantra. I sometimes wish I could live like that although, well, I don’t like football. The only thing that stops me from doing all that is the funny little thing called conscience.

Anyway, this is actually a more difficult question than I thought of. To be or not to be a pig, that is indeed the question. I got 2/5 of Emily’s list (ok, ‘the hitting the members of the opposite sex’ point is of course from childhood, haven’t done that for decades, cheers to both of my sisters). Hmm. I’ll have to rate me as a pig.

Anyway, thanks to sister for the poll. Don’t take this or life too seriously :)

This calls for an immediate study! We need to find out the percentage of men who really are pigs and how does it reflect to the percentage of men being gay. The results must be interesting. Not surprising, I’d say, but interesting.

Of course this has all been off-T?opic until now but you don’t see me care. Anyway, welcome, Emily, anything you need to find out about Therapy? is right here. Start with this site and the sound clips and check the links for more. I’m off for the weekend. Peace.

This is pretty much the only message board I’m active on, although I browse through some others frequently. All the other boards I read are in Finnish. They’re mostly just for entertainment purposes only, for some reason the Internet has been taken over by a truckload of people who want to test each other’s sense of humour on anonymous chatboards and usually fail at that.

I remember him. This whole mp3-conversation was the first ever real conversation for me in this forum. And now that person is gone. I don’t know what to say. Rest in peace.

Does anyone know who the girl in the Teethgrinder cover is? Maybe she is one of us?

There are more teethgrinders here than just the administrator. Cool. Or actually not. I don’t grind me teeth while I sleep (or who knows, I haven’t caught myself doing it anyway) but I do that when I’m nervous, which is, needless to say, often. My mom (who is a dentist) said quite a while ago that my teeth look like the teeth of a bulimic since they’re getting smoother on the surface (constant throwing up can cause that).

Interesting. I just checked out the Messages and warnings -section and seems to me that I’ve missed out all the ‘fun’. ;) Dang. Maybe it’s time for someone to create some disturbance in the force so that we don’t get too comfortable. Not me though, I’m a nice guy.

Jesus H. Christ, that cat looked exactly like my mother’s cat, the color, white toes and everything. And yes, my mom’s cat is a lard ass as well, which is what you get when you sleep and eat all day. Which is nice.

Stanley Kubrick of course. I do like Paul Verhoeven’s strong visual style, especially on violent sci-fi movies but of course Basic Instinct (and even Showgirls ;) ). David Fincher has made some kick-ass films and of course Quentin Tarantino and Tim Burton. Shit, if this goes on I’ll end up listing all the dircetors that I can remember. But Kubrick’s the one right now.

I don’t know much about Hitchcock’s films, I’ve seen just The Birds and Rear Window, I saw the latter just last weekend and I was surprised how good it was. MTV hasn’t destroyed my taste for older films yet which means that I need to watch more.

Ok, me too.

Batman (the one from 1989)
Fight Club
The Decline of the Western Civilization

Well, they can always call your local police department.

I read a story about a Finnish guy who was apparently one of many people who spread Korn’s Untouchables before its official release on Audiogalaxy or whatever. One day he got a call from his ISP who had received and email from the record company. The company had used the same program to track down users that had their material. The guy’s punishment was that his internet connection was cut off for two weeks. Nothing else. Of course for some people that would mean the end of the world.

In that case he was punished for having just an album, if someone has hundreds of MP3’s the case is naturally different.

Digipaks look better. LP replica sleeves… well… remind us of the great days of vinyl LP’s. But, in digipaks those little plastic thingies that hold the great piece of music in its place break easily. At least in jewel cases you can change all the fantastic plastic parts. It’s a damn good thing when you’re as clumsy as I am and break those once in a while.

I’ll probably have the best chance to get Therapy? to my funeral. I took the test and according to it I will die on September 22nd, 2002. Reminds me of Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise”: “I’m 23 now, but will I live to see 24? The way things is goin’ I don’t know.” :o

I guess I’ll have to share one of my experiences. I haven’t had a decent hangover in quite a while now (expect yesterday I had a splitting headache because of too many Vodka Russians and cigarettes). But nothing spectacular.

Anyway, this one thing happened almost two months ago. I participated a big student party in Jyväskylä (Finland) called Network. Thousands of people, ugly clothing, bad music. The best time ever. But since the fun part doesn’t make a funny story, let’s skip it and go straight to the agony. So the party lasted 3 days and I was still drunk on Sunday evening. I didn’t feel too sick and on Monday morning I thought the worst was over and went to work. Of course I was pale as ever and wasn’t in the greatest shape but never mind that. I got to work, and after two hours, it hit me. The cold sweat, the storm in my stomach and especially the bowel movement. I had already had two trips to the toilet at the office but thought it wasn’t anything special. But after that I felt I had to go home. The problem was that when your both ends are leaking, it’s hard to use public transportation. So I decided to walk home and use public restrooms. When you have an acute case of diarrhea from alcohol poisoning, there just aren’t enough toilets anywhere. On my way home I found one that I could use and still shit my pants four times. When I got home, my bathroom felt like Heaven on Earth. Of course the first thing I did was vomiting my guts off. That lasted for two days. Wednesday morning was the first time when I could drink water and not have to visit my bathroom.

I learned three things. The obvious one is that too much alcohol is, well, too much. The second thing is that if you buy cheap, rough toilet paper, you will eventually suffer. And finally, when you can’t hold anything inside, don’t drink anything red (like juice). It’s a disturbing sight, no matter which end it comes out of.