THIS.

Okay, it's in Finnish. But yay for politically involved blogger-person making long, cranky, and yet well thought out and informative post. Finland, all hope is not lost! <3

And on another note:

Today the book that holds all our reservations promised that we had no bookings. And then two people on bikes showed up in the yard. Dad, it seems, had forgotten to write it down. He'd booked the room that currently houses my great-aunt Hillevi.

The bikers got another (better) room for a cheaper price and were very happy about our mix up. It's nice that business is good and all... but I can't help but feel dissapointed. I'd been looking forward to a tourist-free day all week. Le sigh.

And - My cousin's kid Otto is the cutest 15-year-old in the whole world! He looks exactly like Brother did at that age, and he even has some of the same mannerisms. He's all big eyes and mop of blonde hair, and he's trying so hard to be a grown up and be taken seriously.

We had a conversation about how annoyed we are that Radio Rock doesn't come through on the station properly even in downtown Porvoo, and how weird it is that the barn radio will still pick it up in the middle of the forest. I nodded and conversed and was very proper, but in my head I was just making "squee" sounds and fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

I don't care how old he gets, that boy is always going to be the little thing that followed me and Sister around, who needed to get picked up twice as often as the others because he would burst into tears at the drop of a hat. <3 And now he headbanged with me to a System of a Down track, and knows how to wield a heinähanko! (... is the translation of that word really "pitchfork"? It sounds so malevolent.)

Se vad tinypinkmouse har hittat! Det är en comm om fandom där man använder enbart skandinaviska språk! scandafandom! Det här tycker jag är helt fantastiskt.


And for the English speakers - look at the shiny community! It's a fandom community, where they use only scandinavian languages. I feel I need to pimp it out because... well, yay for languages! (And, yes, ok, I know it's on lj... but... languages. Yay. You know?)

( In which I go off on a tangent )

I just finished listening to Someone you might have been.

RPF is so very much not my usual cup of tea, and if I'd just read the summary to this fic there's a very good chance I would've just assumed it wouldn't be my thing, and moved on.

I would have been very wrong. Because. Guh. That was good. Seriously. So very, very good. I may have been ruined for life.

(I humbly thank/blame applegeuse for having guided me on to the path to the dark side.)

Yesterday, littlest flatmate and I made these awesome, awesome mushroom-cheese-bacon things. And then we ate them. All. Very fast. I want more... and yet I never want to have any ever again. That's not completely insane, is it?

Also, finally got around to watching Ten Inch Hero. As such, it wasn't much of a movie, but it made me smile. And there was Priestly. Oh, Priestly. And then I went on AO3, and read this fic, and I liked it very, very much. In my mind, the fic is exactly what happens after the film ends.

( Criminal Minds, 4x20 )