my future in tin
these are the results of the finnish new year's eve tin experiment.
the first time (which is the "official" one), i poured the tin too
slowly, creating the multi-blobs. i cheated and poured a second one
quickly and got the single blob.
unfortunately, and i swear i'm not making this up, they both gave the
same result of bad luck *and* death.
it's been nice knowing you.
posted by b1-66er at 02:15
2 Comments:
Don't listen to the Finns. That tribe is a cross between Russians and Swedes, which means hygienic, blond, insane, melancholic, drunk, insane and crazy. Good architects, though.
you say that only because you border all those countries (that does not, of course, mean you are necessarily wrong).
there's a disproportionate number of redheads in finland ... when i was in russia i kept getting asked (usually in russian but sometimes in finnish) if i was in finnish. it wasn't until i found a fluent spanish speaker (a russian nuclear physicist who had been stationed in cuba) that i could find out what the hell everyone was asking.
you'd think that would solve my problem, right?
no. *now* the russians assumed that i was: a) swedish, and b) really really stupid because i both could not speak swedish, nor get drunk.
speaking of finnish architecture and vodka, if you've never been to the rock church in helsinki, you've *got* to go. it's amazing in the way only a spaceship crashing into a rock can be. if anything will ever make you want to be a scientologist, it's that place (or possibly the remake of the war of the worlds).
travel tip that you probably already know: if you want to overnight in helsinki, it's cheaper to get a rail pass and ferry in a cabin back-and-forth to stockholm overnight (don't ask me how the hell a ferry counts as a train -- there's some scando-logic there that i think you can only understand if your flag has a cross on it). the average passenger spends, get this, us$1100 on duty free; leaving plenty of subsidized and ultra-tasty smorgasbord for the more frugal traveler. (it was also the only time in my life that i went through customs and there was no agent anywhere).
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