The Onion Movie (2007)

The Onion Movie (Euroopas ilmselt tuntud rohkem nime News movie all)
Lavastaja: Tom Kuntz, Mike Maguire
2007
http://imdb.com/title/tt0392878/


The Onion on ametliku versiooni järgi rohkem kui 250 aastat tagasi (tegelikult küll alles eelmise sajandi kaheksakümnendatel) alguse saanud meediaväljaanne, mis toodab pealtnäha kaunis tõepäraseid libauudiseid ning on oma satiirilise joone ning kõike ja kõiki pilava stiiliga võitnud endale miljoneid poolehoidjaid. Algselt vaid paberväljaandena ilmunud (trükitiraaž on väidetavalt pea 700 tuhat), on nad tänaseks oma "raadio- ja telesaadetega" laienenud ka internetti ning 2003.a. hakati väntama ka täispikka filmi. Filmiga ei läinud siiski nii lihtsalt kui loodeti ja peale lõputut tegijate vahetust, mitmeid filmi prügikasti viskamisi ja siis selle sealt uuesti välja otsimist (vahepeal jõudis isegi IMDB "tootmises olnud" filmi kirje üldse ära kustutada), sai see 2007.a. lõpuks siiski valmis ning jõudis 2008.a. kevadel straight-to-video müügile.

Uudistesaate formaadis üles ehitatud film andis tegijatele võimaluse seda täita sketšidega peamiselt Ameerika igapäevaelust, mille vahele on meelelahutuseks pikitud reklaame järjekordse Hollywoodi bestselleri "Cockpuncher" (peaosas Steven Seagal) tutvustuseks ning poleemikat tekitanud muusikavideoid, mida kommenteerides väidab miljonite noorte inimeste lemmik, seksist nõretav ja kangesti Pritnit meenutav "Melissa Cherry", et tema hittlauludes (ning nende leebelt öeldes erootilistes videodes) "Shoot Your Love All Over Me" ja "Take Me From Behind" pole tegelikult seksiga mitte midagi pistmist. Muidugi ei saada läbi ka terroristideta (näeme ka neile tehtud õppevideot), ulmefänne rõõmustavad silmist laserkiiri tulistavad peruulased ja paadunud lauamängude fänni võitlus suure paha kolliga ning geiseltskond saab natuke silmailu järjekordsest reklaamist, millega tutvustatkse gay-kruiisi suurepärasel laeval "Queen Nathan II". No ja nii edasi. Kes on The Onioni uudiseid näinud, teavad, mida oodata.

Vindi keeravad lõplikult üle deleted scene'd, kus näidatakse muuseas kokasaadet, mis õpetab üksikasjalikult, kuidas oma kenast kiisukesest maitsvat rooga valmistada.

8/10

Megastructures - 2x26 - U.S.S. Virginia (2005)

U.S.S. Virginia - telesari "MegaStructures", s2e26
Lavastaja: Chuck O'Farrell
2005
http://imdb.com/title/tt0978087/

Ilmselt üks kehvemaid ja infovaesemaid seeriaid ses pikas telesarjas. Pildimaterjali oli ehk veerand tunni jagu ning formaadijärgne tund venitati täis lõputute kordustega ja kuigi seeria oli pühendatud USA mereväe uue, Virginia-klassi allveelaeva konstrueerimisele ja ehitamisele, siis sisuliselt midagi uut (peale tühja loba "suurim, vaikseim, tublim") selle aluse kohta sest filmikesest teada ei saanud. Arusaadav, et ühest küljest oli tegemist ju ka väga tundliku valdkonnaga ning moodsaim sõjatehnika sisaldab alati selliseid saladusi, millele vihjaminegi võib paha-paha olla, samas teisalt oleks võinud siis selle filmi üldse tegemata jätta. Seda, et tänapäeva allveelaevad on sigarikujulised ning seal teenistust pidavad mehed peavad olema üle klaustrofoobiast ning suutma omavahel talutaval taseme suhelda ka peale mitmekuist vee all istumist, teavad kõik ju niigi.



2/10

Ületas üüdisekunnise

No teate, see ületas isegi minu jaoks "üüdisekunnise" (tsitaat minult endalt jaanuarikuisest Riiast kui me seal kolm päeva Professori järjekordset tähtpäeva tähistasime) kui ma praegu Oopi blogist lugesin, kuda keskerakondlikus häälekandjas sõna võtnud kõrgelt haritud härrasmees (ei, mitte Oop) tituleeris ühe hiina kirjakultuuri suurteose "Kolmevalitsuse" punakirjaniku toodanguks.

Poliitiliste oponentide materdamiseks kasutab Toomas Varek nimelt Kesknädalas muuseas ka järgmist juttu: "Meenub "XX sajandi raamatu" sarjas ilmunud Hiina punakirjaniku Guo Moruo triloogia "Kolmevalitsus". Nii nagu oli võimatu meeles pidada teose sadu erinevaid tegelasi ja tegevusliine, samamoodi jäävad arusaamatuks ka kolmikliidu muutlikud poliitilised ettevõtmised."

Tühja nüüd selle kolmikliiduga aga võtame siis ette faktid. Tõsiasi, et "Kolmevalitsus" eesti keeles sügaval stagnaajal ilmus, on loomulikult kinnitust leidnud. Ainult et selle autor on (toona kasutatud kirjapildis) Lo Guan-Tžung (ingliskeelses maailmas tuntud kui Luo Guanzhong), eesti keeles ilmus see suurteos Eesti Riikliku Kirjastuse väljaandel 1959. a. kahes köites (ehk mitte nii kirgastele kriitidele: triloogiast jääb tervelt üks köide puudu), raamatusari, milles need ilmusid, oli "Suuri sõnameistreid" (ja mitte "XX sajandi raamat") ning takkapihta ei saanud selle ühe hiina kultuuri tähtteose autor kuidagi punakirjanik olla (hea küll, kui ta just ajarändur ei olnud...), kuna raamat on kirjutatud 14. sajandil. Jällegi, Toomas Vareki sugustele, mitte kõige kirkamatele kriitidele: see on umbes 600 (kuussada!) aastat varem kui punased Hiinas üldse võimule tulid.

Muide, Vareki poolt mainitud kirjanik, arheoloog ja poliitik Guo Moruo on ka täiesti reaalselt eksisteerinud isik, elas aastail 1892-1978 ning oli tõesti mõnda aega Mao Zedongi soosingut nautimas. Huvitavaks muudab loo aga asjaolu, et tema raamatuid ei ole eesti keeles kunagi välja antud ja jääb üle ainult mõistatada, kuskohast seltsimees Varek neid lugenud on, et sellise idiootliku prohmakaga maha sai.

Ma olen nõus isegi varvastega alla kirjutama Oopi deklaratsioonile: "Kui ma peaks kunagi väsima teda [s.o. Toomas Varekit] mõnitamast, siis puhkan natuke ja mõnitan edasi. Valjuhäälne juhmus väärib karistust."

No tõesti. Tule taevas appi!

Mõned pildid

Juba siis kui kunagi eelmise aasta lõpus see näitus Adamson-Ericus avati, hakkas muuseumi ukse kohal olevas reklaamsildis silma ilmselge näpukas. "No hea küll," mõtlesime siis. "Ehk läks näituse avamisega kiireks ja küll nad selle ära parandavad."
Tutkit. Mitu kuud hiljem oli seis ikka sama ja see foto ongi tehtud hommikul, mil näitus viimast päeva avatud oli. Jänese jüngrid ei leidnud kuude kaupa ühe riigi esindusmuuseumi jaoks viite minutit, ühte kleeptähte ja redelit. Samas võib-olla oli see, tavainimesele küll arusaamatuks jääv (mis need koeralitad siia puutuvad?) pidžin-ingliss taotluslik, et seda ühel turistirohkeimal tänaval niimoodi presenteeriti.

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Üks tore toitlustusasutus, mida ma siinkohal puhtast õelusest lähemalt tutvustada ei võta, usub ilmselt väga tõsiselt vanasse rahvatarkusesse, et õlu on vedel leib.
(Ei, ma ei ole fotoga manipuleerinud. See oligi vähemalt sel päeval ainuke päevatoit.)

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Provintsilinna kinnisvaraturult võib leida igasugu põnevaid pakkumisi. Siinkohal siis üks selline. Lisaväärtuseks on võimalus suvel karpkalu kasvatada ning talvel uisuväljak luua. Võib-olla õnnestub eelmiselt omanikult kauba peale ka tasuta kummipaat kaasa saada.

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Rasked ja keerulised ajad pidavat ikka tasemel kunsti tekitama. Ma juurdlen juba hulk aega, kas selliselt kujutet pudel on tühi või sisaldab imporditud salaviina?

Kümme aastat varem - 17/04/00 - 23/04/00

17/04/2000 - 23/04/2000.

It was funny to be back after such a long drive. Or more correctly, after so many places. So basically we were whirlpooling through the space and time, discovering not more than only fragments of life around us. So many experiences, so many memories. The results are that I want to go back. To go back and try to put these fragments in my mind into their right places in that zillion-pieces-puzzle. Back to Prague, Salzburg and Vienna and spend at least whole week in every town. And when this trip is over, then I want to follow my discoveries in the world. Anybody knows where the money-ships are sailing??

This week has been a weird one because I've met so many people I know but hadn't seen for a long time, including two old friends who are living outside of Estonia for years. We were planning some sort of reunion party (just to give a good explanation to our drinking night) but this thing didn't happened as on Friday one guy had quickly move back to Stockholm where his wife gave birth to their first daughter. Almost three weeks before time but as I understood, everything is okay with The Easter Girl (as the parents call her) and mother.

During Easter the weather was just wonderful and warm, so first portions of tourists had a nice time and liked the Spring here very much. Also the town was full of our own cuties with well-trained bodies, covered only with T-shirts and short pants. Many guys enjoyed their bicycles and some were skating. Pure pleasure for eyes.

But talking about the Easter... I have mixed feeling about that. From one side it should be the time of joy, from other side I have my personal reason to feel opposite. Three years ago I buried my grand-grand auntie, probably the most important person in my whole life. It was also a warm day then and I remember when the funeral ceremony at cemetary was just finished, a very early yellow butterfly flew over the grave. Was this some sort of sign? I don't know. But on same month of same year (April 1997) Marillion gave to world the song "Estonia" where h sang:

No one leaves you
When you live in their heart and mind
And no one dies
They just move to the other side

When we’re gone...
Watch the world simply carry on
We live on laughing and in no pain
We’ll stay and be happy
With those who have loved us today

I want to believe that these words are right.

Kümme aastat varem - 10/04/00 - 16/04/00

10/04/2000 - 16/04/2000.

This week was spent in Europe. Latvia, Lithuania, Poland, Czech Republic, Austria and even Germany for few hours. So many countries, a lot of driving, walking and nightlife. As less sleep as possible. Cute boys in Prague and Vienna, nightclubs, gay-saunas and so on... When all this was over, I was totally tired and wanted to sleep, sleep and sleep. So we slept in Tallinn up to noon on Sunday and woke up only because I had to leave Tallinn same night and before that I wanted to re-record some video material we took during our trip.

But as said, more detailed descriptions about our adventures are on the way. Last adventure of that week was Sunday night when I discovered that I missed the bus anyway but K. couldn't agree with me* and so we practically ran in old town of Tallinn (it's mostly up-and-down landscape there) to taxi-stop, got a cab and arrived to bus station even few minutes before it was time to leave.
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* Häh! Tegelikult tahtis ta muidugi minust mõneks ajaks lahti saada. :)

Kondoomireklaam

Šveitsi firma Publicis on tootnud muuseas ka puriste marru ajavaid, kondoome reklaamivaid koomiksilaadseid visuaale, kus peade ümber hõljuvad kondoomimullid mõttemullid jätavad paljugi lahtiseks. Kolmest reklaamist üks kujutab vastabiellunud, altari ees suudlevat noorpaari, keda jälgib himura pilguga isamees, ühel reklaamil istub paarike kodusel sohval ning vaatab loodusfilmi vanalõvide asja tegevast lõvipaarist ning ühel on politseinik kinni pidanud ilmsesti situatsiooni suhtes siivutuid mõtteid mõtleva noormehe. Reklaamlause "Don't just think about it." ja kondoomipakk annavad vaatajaile veel ka täiendavalt suunavaid vihjeid.

Kümme aastat varem - 03/04/00 - 09/04/00

03/04/2000 - 09/04/2000.

Beginning of week was nice and lazy but when I left my town on Thursday, whole carousel of undone things was going round. So much of last minute problems. Whole thing wasn't better in Tallinn where K. forgot (as we realised during next week) to do some things and we both forgot to bring many necessary items with us. Nevertheless we started our trip on Saturday morning with 7 bags, large cardboard box and a lot of food, books and everything. Like we're moving away for six years at least.

About trip itself will be another story in Travel stories section*, as soon as I will get my photos done and text written. Shortly, the trip was just excellent, with visits to Prague, Salzburg and Vienna. It was only too short...

But before Saturday K. still had some work to do and so I drove with him on Friday night to one nice small manor close to Tallinn where my man had a lecture to do. So he did. Brilliantly! I just can't stop wondering how some people have so much power over their audience that moving small finger is enough to manipulate with minds of crowd. I would like to have that gift too.
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* This story actually never saw the light of day...

Jumper (Hüppaja) (2008)

Jumper (Hüppaja)
Lavastaja: Doug Liman
2008
http://imdb.com/title/tt0489099/

David Rice (Hayden Christensen) on nautinud kogu elu täielikku vabadust. Soovi korral võib ta teleporteeruda ükskõik millisesse paika maailmas, Rooma Colosseumi varemetest Kairo püramiidide juurde, süüa õhtust Pariisis, magustoitu aga juba Tokios. Suur on tema üllatus, kui ta kohtab esmakordselt Griffinit (Jamie Bell), kes omab samasuguseid võimeid. David saab teada, et tänu oma geneetilisele anomaaliale on ta üks nn. Hüppajatest, kes on kõik sattunud surmaohtu tänu salaorganisatsioonile, mille liikmed, kes kutsuvad end paladiinideks, on andnud vande tappa viimne kui üks neist. Paladiin Rolandi (Samuel L. Jackson) eestvedamisel algab tagaajamine, mis viib ümber maailma ning mille käigus saab Davidist võti võitluses, mis on kestnud läbi ajastute.

Hüppajad on järjekordsed superkangelased aga erinevalt paljudest teistest (super-, spider-, bat-, x-, iron ja kõik need muud man'id) ei tõtta nad inimkonda seda ähvardavate ohtude eest üllalt kaitsma, vaid on vähemalt Davidi näitel ametis iseendale mõnusa elu korraldamisega. Ehk nad on oluliselt inimlikumad kui senised must-valged superkangelased. Võib-olla on see ka lihtsalt aja märk, et postpostmodernses maailmas on isegi superkangelased keskendunud hedonistlikule nautimisele. No vähemalt senikaua kuni paladiinid ta idüllilise maailmapildi segamini põrutavad. Siis läheb asi juba isiklikumaks ning Davidil tuleb leida õhkõrn balanss kättemaksu ning ellujäämise vahel.

Veel üks "suurte ootuste film", mis paari aasta eest linastudes paraja pettumuse tekitas. Üles haibitud intrigeeriv stoori ja väga efektsed trailerid panid ootama tont teab millist meistriteost ja kui siis selgus, et põhimõtteliselt olekski võinud piirduda trailerite vaatamisega, oli pettumus leebelt öeldes kolossaalne. Ilmselt oleks ma siis pannud hindeks heal juhul 2/10 aga nüüd selle peale mõeldes on selge, et nii madal hinne oleks olnud pirtsaka minu solvunud kättemaks lõhutud lootuste pokaali eest.

Eile sattus film aga uuesti ette ja mõtlesin, et vaatan enne Pratchetti raamatu kallale asumist veerand tunnikest nunnut Hayden Christenseni (kelle otsa ma koperdasin aastapäevad enne seda, kui ta Tähesõdadega kuulsaks sai - muide, 2001. a. valminud "Life as a house" temaga ühes peaosadest on erinevalt kosmosesõdade fantaasiatest suurepärane film!) ja nii ma jäingi ekraani ette istuma kuni äkki film läbi oli.

Ehk siis tagantjärele, kui omaaegne haip meelest läinud on, võib öelda, et see on täiesti üle keskmise ulmemärul, mida võib mõne aasta pärast mõnel laisal pärastlõunal või ööhakatusel veelgi vaadata küll. Ja kuna nad kuuldavasti on praeguseks juba hakanud "Jumper'ile" ka järge filmima (seni on kinnitatud andmeil režissöör ja peaosaline ikka endiselt Liman ning Christensen), siis võib järgmisel aastal ka selle üle kaeda.

7/10

Avatar (2009)

Avatar (2009)
Lavastaja: James Cameron
2009
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499549/

Filmiveeb kirjutab: "Avatar on lugu endisest mereväelasest Jake Sully'st, kes sai vigastada lahingus ja on halvatud vööst allpool. Ta otsustab osaleda Avatari programmis, mis peaks andma talle tagasi terve keha. Ta reisib Pandorasse, külluslikku vihmametsa, mis on täidetud uskumatute eluvormidega - mõned ilusad, mõned hirmutavad. Pandora on koduks ka Na'videle, humanoididele, keda inimesed peavad primitiivseks, aga tegelikult on nad evolustiooniliselt palju rohkem arenenud kui inimesed. Üle kolme meetri pikad, sabadega ja läikiva sinise nahaga, elavad Na'vid harmooniliselt oma maailmas. Kui aga inimesed hakkavad Pandorat kahjustama, et leida väärtuslikke mineraale, ohustab see Na'vide elu, ja nad on sunnitud näitama oma sõjalisi võimeid.

Jake on sunnitud osa võtma sellest sissetungist Pandorasse. Kuna inimesed ei saa hingata Pandora keskkonnas on nad loonud hübriidid, Avatarid, pool inimesed, pool Na'vid. Avatarid on elavad ja hingavad kehad Pandoras, keda kontrollivad inimesed tehnoloogia abil, mis ühendab Avatari meelt inimese omaga. Pandoral, oma Avatar kehas, saab Jake olla kes ta on, ta saab tagasi oma keha. Lisaks sellele armub ta noorde Na'visse, Neytiri, kelle ilu on võrdne naise sõjaoskustega. Kui Jake'i hakatakse järjest rohkem Neytiri klannis omaks võtma, leiab ta end kahe maailma vahelt - ta peab valima poole suures sõjas, mis otsustab terve maailma saatuse. "

Viimase kümnendi räägituim film. Armastatuim ja vihatuim. Mille vaatamiseni ma alles nüüd jõudsin. Tavalise 2D-versiooni vaatamiseni, sest provintsis teatavasti moodsat kinopilti ei näidata ja Tallinnas olles käisin ma hoopis Tim Burton'i "Alice'it" vaatamas. Aga see selleks.

Omal ajal lugesin ma natuke ikka ka neid filmi(k)arvustusi ja üks peamisi etteheitmisi oli sellise haibi juures originaalse loo puudumine. Nojah, ei olnud seda ahhetamapanevat jutustust tõesti. Aga samas, kui palju neid tõeliselt originaalseid lugusid sedasorti koguperevaatemängude juures üldse kunagi olnud on? Cameron läks kindla peale välja ja nagu lähiajalugu halastamatute faktidega näitab, oskab see mees seda ülihästi. Ega tal muidugi eriti valikuvõimalusi poleks olnud kah, sest see rahahulk, mis tootmisse pandi, oli pöörane ning see lihtsalt pidi kõik kasumiga tagasi tulema. Tuli kah. Ja money talks.

Üks kiitjate ja laitjate omavahelise sõja peamisi argumente kiitjate poolelt oli, et vihased kriitikud ei saanud või ei tahtnudki aru saada, mis oli filmi sõnum. Loodusega (mille osa me ju kõigest hoolimata ikkagi ka ise oleme) harmoonias koos elamine ja palju muud sellist new age'ilikku kraami. Mis iseenesest on (või õigupoolest oleks) ju väga ilus. Seega saab lisaks suurele kassatulule selle filmi plusspoolele kirjutada ka seda, et tõeliselt suur hulk käis seda vaatamas ning need inimesed said (muidugi vaid niivõrd kuivõrd kellegi kõrvadevahe seda endale teadvustada lubas) lisaks vaatemängule ka seda sõnumit kogeda. Mitte et ma nii naiivne oleks, et usuks, nagu jääks 2009. aasta ja "Avatari" linastumine maailmaajaloos pöördeliseks sündmuseks, mis tulevikus hakkab tähistama inimkonna mõistusele tulekut.

Filmi alguses ütles Neytiri Jake'ile, et see on nagu rumal laps ja ei saa millestki aru. Üksikindiviid on tavaliselt suuteline õppima ja õigeid järeldusi tegema, massiga ei ole aga suurt midagi pihta hakata. Miljarditest rumalatest lastest ei saa iialgi miljardeid Jake Scully'sid, need jäävadki oma Kärbeste Jumalat kummardama.

8/10

Kümme aastat varem - 27/03/00 - 02/04/00

27/03/2000 - 02/04/2000.

Another long week-end in Tallinn with K.. From Thursday to Monday. And I came home just for few days before we start our weekly trip to Prague and Vienna on Saturday morning. I'm probably not a bad customer for our public transportation companies but they won't give me any discounts at all.

Work, fun, shopping, changing hair-colour, making love and enjoying Thai food - those were the basic activities from last week. Friday we decided to go and give a try to new menu of "Siam", one of Thai restaurants in Tallinn and it was a nice experience. However K. (and honestly me too) couldn't understand, why Thai restaurant should locate on two underground levels, why some, heavily advertised foods from menu, close to their front-door, were actually missing and where were all the cute Thai boys (in fact, there were no Thai girls too), the food was delicious. Plus it's actually a possibility to have pretty cheap and exotic dinner. So for example when you choose menu of the day then you'll got five courses for only about eight dollars which is pretty cheap in Estonia for such food. The weird situation here is that all worldwide traditionally cheap cuisines (Chinese, Thai etc) are one of most expensive ones in Estonia...

Changing hair-colour was another topic of that weekend. When I was just waiting for more Spring and sun before bleaching my hair to sun-blonde again, then the idea was new for K. but in the end (after watching me doing this for myself the night before and inspecting the results on next day) he let me color his hair too. For a first time in his life, as I understood. To "light sand blonde" as it was written on the box. But as he's having such a short haircut, so even his own sisters, when they all met first time after that, couldn't notice that there's something different with his hair. :)

Three new levels of Stockmann, Finnish department store in Tallinn were opened and my first impression was "Damn expensive!" So for example, we bought some condoms from drug-store on the fifth floor, they had no price-labels visible and in the end we paid about 1,5 times more than the regular price of these condoms in any other drug-store in Estonia. So be warned!

We discussed also about an intriguing idea. As cafe on Stockmann's top floor in Helsinki, Finland is noted in gay-guides as "cruising area" (and yes, there you can definitely find queer people), we thought that how about Stockmann in Tallinn? Would this "cafe tradition" come over to Estonia too? Time will show.

VCR did tricks one night. It showed us the picture only when K. took this and hold it on his lap, otherwise it simply turned itself off. Hundreds of times, I think. But everything was okay with that machine when it sat on my man's lap. The VCR probably missed the human touch so much that night...

So I'm leaving home on Thursday or Friday and should be back sometimes on 16th April. Which means that here will be no update of Weekly notes before two weeks.

Kümme aastat varem - 20/03/00 - 26/03/00

20/03/2000 - 26/03/2000.

As said already in previous entry, week and spring both started in Pärnu. Monday night I was back home again only to find out that tiles for the roof were still somewhere on the way (in fact they didn't arrived before Thursday) and the situation pretty much messy. At least parts of new chimney were here and so it was basically possible to do some preparing works.

Tuesday flew by so fast that I can't recall even now what exactly happened then. Wednesday K. started his business-trip abroad for a few days (that I remember) and I irritated my employee (as she's very much into all kind of spiritual things) with phrase "two spirited". Quoting J. McRee (Mac) Elrod (from Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada): "In British Columbia "two spirited" is used by First Nations gays to refer to themselves. They say it has reference to the honoured place gays held in First Nations society before the arrival of Europeans." Interesting indeed.

Thursday I had a sad meeting when I saw one long-time customer of mine after almost a year and realised how much illness can change the people. A human wreck was all which had left from once shiny and proud lady... I felt pity and I felt sorry and I don't know why exactly. Was this because of her helpless condition or because of the fortune-teller's sight she gave me, remembering the mortality of humans. Cruel life. And, memento mori.

I think, this had such a strong influence on me also because of book I was just finishing at that time, "To a friend who didn't save my life" (or something like that in English) by Hervé Guibert, a very sad documental book about AIDS, life and death.

On Friday I started another book, "Memoirs" by Tennessee Williams and day after day I become envy him more and more, not because of his happy and interesting life but mainly because of his gift of writing. His elegance of putting the words together is simply breathtaking.

On same day a friend of mine visited me at home and, music fan as he is, always checking my CD-s, he discovered a disc he hadn't noticed before and asked me with enthusiasm in his voice: "What's that? I see you're having some new albums!" And I answered: "Oh, that's a collection of songs, performed by one American Gay Choir who visited Tallinn last year..." Before I could finish my short line, the disc was back on shelf, he had an old copy of Q-magazine in his hands and changed the topic of conversation. So it seems, this scandalous disc (a gift from K., by the way) was too hot for his hands :-)

Saturday K. arrived back to Estonia and at last we could have some longer talks again. He did phoned me every day (and night!) during his trip but due to killer-costs these calls were much shorter than I would've like. So I stayed on quiet street in front of my shop on Saturday and enjoyed both the warm sun and my man on the other end of line.

Sunday started with home-war because my family had decided few days before that it's the day to cut the old wood we're having next to our landhouse. So they'd made a decision but didn't remembered mention that to me before Sunday morning. And however I was fighting against it, in the end I'd lost all my arguments and grumpy me sat in the car.

Four hours of hard work gave us a mountain of sawn wood for wintertime and for me personally two painful toes. I got hit with one piece of wood and however luckily all bones are okay, my poor toes have now a dramatic dark-blue colour. No make-up needed when they would like to have a role of monster in some cheap horror-movie.

Kümme aastat varem - 13/03/00 - 19/03/00

13/03/2000 - 19/03/2000.

Just after renovating of one house was completed we probably didn't got enough this madness and decided that we do need to change the roof on another house of ours too, so my bro sealed a contract with company who offered the best price with guarantees for their work and if anything goes smoothly, then after ten days we have another brandnew roof.

Spring is officially here now. The arriving of it itself was actually pretty romantic for me as at that moment I sat with K. in restaurant at Pärnu's Rannahotell and enjoyed my breakfast. There were only two of us in the large room, full of comfortable chairs and coffee-tables and at the exact moment the sun came out from behind the couds. Magical moment.

So I spent the week-end (and almost all Monday too, that's why I'm late again with my diary update and I apologise for that!) in Pärnu, the "summer-capital of Estonia". We had a wonderful room in one of the most beautiful buildings from 1930's, Rannahotell (Beach Hotel). This hotel is located right on the famous beach of Pärnu and however the sea was covered with ice and snow, we saw from our window and balcony the beach-life. Lots and lots of fishermen. Personally I see this as another form of madness because I can't understand why normal people will sit hours on ice, will feel the cold and then come back only because it's becoming dark outside, grumpy and drunk, having nothing in their bags...

But back to Rannahotell. It's now a part of Scandic Hotels and after three days there I can say, it's definitely not only very nice but also a gay-friendly place. Something which is not very common here. We didn't bothered ourselves with another hide-and-seek, so I believe, every single staff-member who saw us, knew about the situation but was very friendly and helpful. We wanted a room with large bed, we got it (as said, this was the largest of "regular" rooms, with individual balcony and nice view to park and sea), we landed in restaurant only thirty minutes before closing and we still got warm food (BTW, there's one damn cute and sexy barman, Andero!), we almost got a chance to keep our room for additional 6 hours after check-out on Monday for free but in the end we still left the hotel at noon. We left, only to start making plans for our next visit in future.

One more interesting adventure happened on my way back to home. K. had left from Pärnu to Tallinn twenty minutes before "my" bus arrived and however it was emty (to my big suprise, not a single person!), at last few more people came and so in the end there was a driver, me, two older men, one lady and one young guy who sat close to me on the back of bus. And then, ca 50 kilometres from my town, old men and lady left the bus, so only we two were left in the bus, covered with darkness of night. One moment his leg was "accidentally" pushing my body and I answered with some moves. Next forty minutes was pure lust, it could be called leg-play. I felt the warmth and strength of his muscles, I felt his scent but he never used his hands and also kept looking straight forward, it was like two different parts of him: legs trying to find some fun, his upper body and mind trying to solve some important but boring problem... So it went on until we arrived to bus-station, then he took his bag and literally ran away from what he had done for more than half an hour. It was weird and it was definitely queer. And I enjoyed that. :)

Kontorierootika

Kümme aastat varem - 06/03/00 - 12/03/00

06/03/2000 - 12/03/2000.

"A week - there's nothing more to say..."

Okay, that was actually a great suggestion from K. and I thought seriously that it will be all I'll write about that week but then... well, I decided to add few more lines.

Until Thursday there's really nothing to say. Then I drove to Tallinn, at last, and first thing I saw from bus-window, was my man, standing and waiting for me. Damn, how I wanted to kiss him but had to hold myself back all the way to our apartment, our home for next 4 days. In the end I believe, during these days and nights we spent more hours without clothes than dressed... The climate in that apartment was simply so hot and we also had some gymnastics to do, the one which people mostly do naked.

Friday and Saturday it was second-ever "sex-exhibition" in Tallinn, called officially "Sexpeditsioon 2000". So we paid a visit on Friday and that was a huge disappointment, with few brighter moments like small gallery of works by Tom of Finland and ten-minute show of two cute male dancers who were called "strippers" without any reason, or, if there still was a reason, then they really stripped off their shirts... Nevertheless, even with their pants on, these two were gorgeous. And then there was another boring "pants off" show (idea, stealed from "Full Monty" movie) with four drunk Finnish men, one with broken leg or something (his leg was in plaster anyway), two fat guys and one with "boy-next-door-look". So they did a "show" where the main idea was not fall off from stage (because of vodka in their bodies) and flash with their dicks for a second. Do they really call such exhibition sexy???

Sunday we (K. and me) walked on the town and in one building noticed one damn hot security guy. His pose, look and speech were so provocative that we both probably were ready to give a lot to spend some good time with that guy. Sadly he was in service.

And then I had to leave K. again. For only 5 days this time (because next week-end we'll hope to enjoy our life in Pärnu) but I began missing him almost immediately as I sat into the bus. So we phoned to each other during my drive millions of times and earned cash into the pockets of fat cats from Estonian Mobile Phone.

What else? Work with another website project began (there's nothing to publish yet), I fixed one dead link in my page (thanks & credits to K.!), and some questions were answered online.

Kümme aastat varem - 28/02/00 - 05/03/00

28/02/2000 - 05/03/2000.

Now the winter came... At last it seems that Weatherlords somewhere up there have been totally drunk during all the last months, woke up only few days ago with a terrible hangover and to their horror discovered that all the boxes are still full of snow. So in panic they threw it all overboard and now their ship can sail in peace. But we, the people down here, have to deal with that snow, water, wind and storms.

Last week, after endless paperworks, our renovated house was called finished (however we still have some minor works to do there) by selection of high officials from town council and in our "Yumbo" (the name, given by K.; probably because it's actually the smallest building in our old town :-) a shop was officially open. Shoes, boots, clocks and watches. Funny combination but who cares as long as they're paying rent. :)

Had yesterday weird argument with one of my customer. When she discovered that I have a painting (oil on wood) for sale which cost about ten times more than another, she declared that I definitely should have had some mess with prices because oil painting on canvas IS much more valuable than oil painting on wood. I have to say that this was such a new point of view for me that I was speechless for a while. Luckily, after some fifteen minutes of stupid argumentations, I was saved by idea to serve Leonardo's "Mona Lisa" as an example and to my big relief she knew too that "Gioconda" is painted on wood and this fact made her thinking. Of course she didn't declared her mistake in public but then the phone rang (guess who? :-) and she left, taking her husband (who was bored to death) with her.

It has been a week of patience and I can now honestly say, I'm not good at this anymore, not at all. I had to be patient for more than one reason but the worst was being away from K. Everyday phonecalls are definitely not the same as / ... khmmm... watchdogs of morality had delete something from here again... / and I have still four nights to wait before I'll go to Tallinn for a while. Pure Hitchcock!

Kes ütles, et sokke peab jalas kandma?

Moeka riidekauba müüja Deleye teab Belgias täpselt, kuidas sokke reklaamima peab. :)

Where the Wild Things are (2009)

Where the Wild Things are (Kus metsikud end peidavad) (2009)
Lavastaja: Spike Jonze
2009
http://imdb.com/title/tt0386117/

Max on üks väga elava fantaasiaga ning maailma ebaõiglust natuke liiga sügavalt hinge võttev poiss, kellel ilmselt just tänu sellele on kalduvus mõningasele vägivaldsusele. Ühel õhtul kui tal kodustega järekordne tähelepanupuudusest tingitud kokkupõrge on, jookseb poiss minema, leiab mere äärest väikese purjepaadi ning purjetab maailma otsa. Või no vähemalt kuhugi sinnapoole, sest peale lagedal merel tormi kätte sattumist näeb ta lõpuks kauguses maa kontuure ning hiljem ka seal põlevat lõket. Peale randumist tule ja soojuse poole roniv, külmast ja märjast lõdisev poiss leiab puude vahelt eest kummalised hiiglased, kes parajasti lõhuvad igaveste pirakate herilaspesade moodi kerasid.

Järgneva tutvumistseremoonia käigus õnnestub Maxil napilt pääseda ärasöömisest ning veidi hiljem laseb ta end juba hiiglaste kuningaks kroonida, lubades lahendada nende omavahelised suheteprobleemid, tagada kõigile turvalisus ning kaotada oma kuningriigis kurbus. Max võidab jäägitult ühe Caroli-nimelise eluka (kes võiks oma temperamendilt ning käitumiselt vabalt olla poisi kaksikvend) südame, kes algul kaitseb Maxi teiste eest kuid lõpuks hakkab kuninga tegevus tekitama kahtlusi nii Carolis kui ka teistes Wild Things'ides. Tegelikult isegi ka Maxis endas, kes leiab endalegi ootamatult, et kergekäeliselt antud lubadusi ei ole üldsegi nii kerge täita.

Film põhineb järjekordsel üleilmsel kultusraamatul (autoriks Maurice Sendak), mis meil küll kaunikesti tundmatu. Kuigi see 1989.a. kirjastuses "Eesti Raamat" isegi ilmus, nime all "Seal, kus elavad metsakollid." Muidugi ei saadud ka siin läbi ilma filmi jaoks lugu ringi kirjutamata aga ma kipun arvama, et need muudatused tulid isegi kasuks. Eksole, purjetamine kusagil silmapiiri taga asuvasse omapäraste asukatega maailma mõjub realistlikumalt kui lihtsalt voodist välja kasvama hakkav mets.

Ah, mis ma ikka siin kirjutan kui (peaaegu) kõik ja palju paremini on juba kirjas siinses arvustuses. Mul jääb üle vaid alla kirjutada.

Niipalju ometigi veel, et The Jim Henson Company mehed ja naised, kes metsakollid päriselt valmis meisterdasid, on ära teeninud kõikvõimalikud kiidusõnad! See kamp juba teab, kuidas kõikvõimalikke arvutiväliseid elukaid elama panna. Kuigi jah, võtetel tekkinud probleemide tõttu (kostüümide pead osutusid näitlejatele kandmiseks liiga raskeks ja nii eemaldati sealt näiteks kaalukas kaugjuhitavate silmade süsteem ning muidki näoilmeid esile manavaid tehnilisi vidinaid) on enamik filmis nähtavat miimikat siiski arvutis valmis nikerdatud...

9/10

Igor (2008)

Igor
Lavastaja: Anthony Leondis
2008
http://imdb.com/title/tt0465502/

See on klassikalise õudusloo pea peale keeratud koomiline versioon ühest Igorist, hullu teadlase küürakast abilisest, kes tahab lõhkuda iidsete aegade traditsiooni ning hoopis ise leiutajaks saada. Kuna filmi kangelase peremees on lisaks hullusele veel ka rumalalt põikpäine, siis tekib Igoril olude sunnil peagi ka võimalus oma oskused proovile panna. Tõsi, kuigi geniaalsust on kutis rohkem kui küll, kuluvad talle oma ristiretkel ometigi marjaks ära ka mõned ustavad abilised. Neist üks on Igori poolt purki kängitsetud Brian/Brain, kes kujutab ette, et ta on vähemalt sama geniaalne kui Einstein (tegelikkus on, nagu sageli, diametraalselt vastupidine) ning teine on Scamper, kes vähemalt filmi alguses upub depressiivsusesse (võimalik, et ta teeb selles silmad ette koguni robot Marvinile endale), on veendunud, et elu on absoluutselt mõttetu ning sooritab lõputult enesetappe. Konks on selles, et Igor on teinud ta surematuks ja ükskõik mida ning kuidas ta elust lahkumiseks katsetab, lõpeb see tagajärjetult.

No ja siis jõuab Igori kodumaal kätte iga-aastane hullude teadlaste mõõduvõtmine, kuhu Igor meisterdab oma endise ülemuse nime kattevarjus kurja monstrumi. Asjad lähevad aga veidi nihu ning kogu maailma terroriseeriva hirmsa hiiglase asemel tuleb laborist välja hoopis üks näitekunstist huvituv õrnahingeline tütarlaps...

Üks viimaste aastate lahedamaid multikaid.

9/10

Road trip: Beer pong (2009)

Road trip: Beer pong
Lavastaja: Steve Rash
2009
http://imdb.com/title/tt1319733/

Beer pong on joogimäng, mille mängimiseks on tavaliselt vaja vähemalt kahte võistkonda (kummaski kaks mängijat), hunnikut plasttopse ning pinksipalle ja loomulikult liitrite kaupa õlut. Iseenesest üsna tobe (kuigi juba teatud staadiumisse jõudnud läbu ajal kindlasti väga intrigeeriv) mäng, millega tegelevad ka selle filmi peategelased. Need kutid on erinevalt tavamängijaist muidugi profid ja seega lähevad nad lõpuks oma kolledžit esindama lausa meistrivõistlustele.

Samal ajal on poistel aga vaja ju ka tibisid taga ajada ning seikluste hulka, millesse nad satuvad, on nende vahistamine märuliagentide poolt kui nad parajasti ühe india printsi juurest sponsorlust välja lunivad, takso varastamine, sattumine püstolikangelanna otsa ning lõpuks neitsina abielluda tõotanud neiude transpordivahendisse sattumine. Ei saada üle ka traditsioonilisest homoteemast, seekord on selleks siis noorte lesbide pidu. Ahjaa, ja kõige peamisem tegelane laulab filmis ka oma kallimale loodud laulu, mis on kaunis kohutav ja mida võib ära kannatada vaid seetõttu, et kutt esitab seda vaid kitarrist koosnevas kostüümis. No ja õnneks oli see laul ka lühike...

Äärmiselt tobe otse-videosse filmike, mis ei ole isegi mitte naljakas. Ilmselt on sihtgrupiks võetud 10-12 aastased poisijõmpsikad, kes ehk veel suudavad vaimustuda mõnel korral ekraani täitvatest prinkidest rindadest, mis üsna kergesti tüdrukute särkidest välja vupsavad. No ja paari paljast tagumikku näidatakse kah. Ometigi jääb sellest kõigest mõnevõrra väheseks.

Taaskord tahaks hindeks panna selle Ekspressi kunagise telekava piktogrammi, mis kujutas tooliga ümber kukkuvat vaatajat.

1/10

Kümme aastat varem - 21/02/00 - 27/02/00

21/02/2000 - 27/02/2000.

Monday morning found me in bedroom of large and pretty luxury apartment, located in the very heart of Tallinn, a special flat for K.'s visitors, as he laughed. I shared the bed with him and however we woke up about 9 AM, we couldn't start our trip to Port of Tallinn before eleven something... We simply had some more important things to do at first. Again.

After short walk through the city we arrived to the port, check-in was smooth but at the border we only saw that the cabin with text "For Estonian citizens" was empty... Well, somebody with more sense of duty probably couldn't cross the border at all but we (shameless as we are) marched simply to the queue (where text says on the cabin "For non-Estonian citizens") and I said in my broken English "Hello" to the borderguard, just to look more foreigner.

This was actually typical for Estonian officials, such messy situations are so common that our people probably won't even notice these anymore but it really might seem weird to real foreigners, how less our country cares for its own citizens.

Oh well, soon we were on board of MS Finnjet and tried to prepare ourselves for next 4 hours on that ferry. I still find ferries deadly boring but Finnjet is probably less boring of these large constructions of steel and whatever. And at last, after spending ages in tax-free shops and trying probably every perfume they had (but bying nothing, in fact the saleswoman began to keep her eye on two of us), a hour-long eating-session in one dining-room (where we also played the game "who can notice more cuties") and another hour sitting and taking a nap, we arrived to Helsinki.

Our hotel was very close to the terminal and as Finnjet's terminal itself locate in the heart of city, we couldn't make a better choice. Grand Marina, a very comfortable four-star hotel, in lovely old brick-red building (with unbelievable fast elevators) became our new home for next 19 hours. After checking the possibilities of our room (well-filled mini-bar, standard selection of TV-channels and so on) we decided to have a nice walk in Helsinki's night.

Weather was (probably especially for our visit) excellent, temperature only 1-2 degrees below zero, no wind and nothing fell from sky. Just excellent winter night. On that night we also paid visits to some stores which were still open but most of all simply enjoyed each other and the wonderful world around us. For hours. At last I bought from Stockmann something to eat (okay you infoholics, it was a traditional Grecian salad with feta, olives and everything, packed into nice takeaway bag) and we walked back to hotel.

The night. It was like always when we two get together, not much of sleep and a lot of laugh with some other activities.

Original plans for next morning were majestic. 8 AM morning sauna, then quick breakfast, followed with check-out and then to galleries (which was the main reason of our trip), so we decided to be at 11 AM in the place and start with paintings of Magnus Enckell. But as said, these were the original plans. Reality looked a bit different.

It was about nine when we arrived on the ground floor to have our breakfast. Whole area seemed to be a bit small for this crowd and we had some problems with finding ourselves a table. And when we found it at last and finished our first course and decided to go for additional coffee and tea, a maid cleaned our table very quickly and somebody else took a place there... So we had to find ourselves another place to sit. Food was fine, except meat-balls which had been far too long in heat. Especially I would like to mention wonderful buns and rolls, coming straight from the hot oven, these were excellent! Time flew by and it was not before noon when we were ready to leave that friendly hotel and move on.

Gallery (at Tennis Palace) with works by Magnus Enckell (1870-1925) was our next and main destination. This important Finnish artist, pioneer of their so-called golden age, have unbelievably many paintings, sketches and even some sculptures, showing the beauty of young males. This exhibition (which is still open for few weeks) is probably most complete show of his works ever and definitely worth a visit. So if you're in Helsinki, be sure to go to Tennis Palace!

In addition to Enckell's art we also saw a breathtaking selection of best photographs, taken by Robert Capa. He pictured everything, from portraits of Picasso, Hemingway and Matisse to the cruel moments of five separate wars. He seemed to be everywhere, in Civil War of Spain, Japanese invasion in China, battles in and around of London and Italy plus his famous documentation of D-Day. Showing the shocking stills, reflections of the results of manhood's lunatic actions we used to call with word "the war". My personal favourite was one photo, taken in half-destroyed church where a hospital was temporary located, showing two young soldiers, both in dressings due to their wounds, and a sister of mercy... Wonderful play of light and shadows plus I felt some "peace at last"-feeling radiate from this photo.

After leaving Tennis Palace we had some free hours before our leaving and so we simply walked on the city. Passed by the Helsinki's most popular gay-place DTM (or Don't Tell Mama) on Annankatu, K. decided to found out the errr... erotic bookshops? :) on Iso-Roobertinkatu, he has been before. So we walked to that direction. First one was a weird place on second floor of one dirty building and we were greeted by a girl who eagerly wanted to strip in front of us but as she also wanted money for that, we couldn't agree with her. There were no male-strippers available and also shop itself was a tiny one but as I found (and paid for it only $1.50!!!) a brandnew copy of Bel Ami's 1997 calendar, I won't whine.

Second shop we discovered, was uncomfortable, only very few and very old gay-items (probably because the owner wants to call himself "gay-friendly") and we left that place quickly. The third one (still on the same street) was the smallest but the guy behind the counter was very friendly and the selection was best, including a good part of Cadinot and Bjorn movies, brandnew videos and mags by Man's Best and so on. In the end I couldn't resist the temptation and bought Kristen Bjorn's "The anchor hotel"...

Then I decided that I have given enough of my hard-earned pennies to porn-industry for this time and we walked back to Stockmann where K. wanted to check the cafe on top floor of the building which, according to some sources, is a mixed place and sometimes a cruising area for sophisticated guys. It was truly crowdy, so I believe that some gays (except us) were definitely there and some young guys who cleaned the tables were damn cute. But the coffee and tea were expensive (as actually almost anything in Helsinki) and the lady who sold me our drinks, was tired and grumpy. So I am confused and don't know so far, do I like that place or not.

We had just enough minutes left to make a short circle of windowshopping on the underground floor of railway station and then it was time to walk to harbour where Finnjet was already waiting for us. Back on board I reserved the table for supper and after another session in perfume shop we were ready for restaurant. It was a nice place but too crowdy again. Thankfully there everybody had the fixed table and so it was not a problem to stand up and go for another course. The surprisingly good things were free wines and beer, drink as much as you can. If to think that the price for single person was less than $20, then I found that's another reason why to prefer Finnjet to other ferries on Tallinn-Helsinki line.

Anyway, after my first (or was it after second?) large glass of red wine I was watching away from window and thinking of something when I heard K. asking me: "Do we want the vodka?" So I took a look and saw a lady with tray, full of small, ice-cold vodka glasses. As K. had that little-devil-look on his face I thought that he simply wants to irritate me (I had declared few days before that I don't like drinking pure vodka) and I decided to hit the ball back (because he had told me the same) and said: "Yes, sure. Why not?" Lady with the tray seemed to be a bit happier, gave us the glasses and I continued to have stare out the window where some weird lights were visible. I saw also from reflection on window-glass that lady still stays with her tray next to table and then I heard K. crying loudly to me: "You have that money, right?" "What money?" "40 marks for two vodkas, thank you!", explained the lively lady to me. Oh well, at last I understood what she wants and I paid her that forty marks (about $7) and only then (when I saw him grinning all over) realized that K. was still lucky to catch me anyway. For explanation, in Estonia you can buy for same amount of money one litre of vodka.

But this small and strong drink fitted very well to the fish and caviar I had on my plate. We continued our supper with warm meal when suddenly most of people left the room. Only later (when I was finishing excellent apple-cake with icecream and selection of berries) we discovered that restaurant was originally opened only between 7 PM and 8.30 PM. We left the room at 9.10 PM and not among the last ones.

Back in Tallinn we took a cab and drove to our apartment again, making a short stop only to buy a bottle of Spanish wine and some oranges. We were probably too tired (and definitely eaten far too much), so we slept in the night indeed and started with our gymnastics not before the dawn.

Sometimes around Wednesday's noon we drove to bus station only to find out that all tickets to my town were sold out days ago. As 24th was the 82nd birthday of Estonian Republic and many people had days off for long week-end, it seemed to me impossible to arrive home. But due to some family situation and also work I had to... So the solution came from K. again (he IS one of the sweetest guy I've ever met!) as he simply called to his ex who in the end changed his plans and decided to drive to his landhouse (which is on two third way to my town) on same night. In the end I was home at 10 PM and after clearing some possibly critical situations, I felt myself alone again.

Thursday was a holiday here but nevertheless I was few hours in my shop, then back home to do some computerwork, same routine continued on Friday and on actual week-end I didn't moved from home at all, sat most of the days in front of my PC (except few hours on Sunday when some bastard took away the electricity) and continued with my boring paperwork. I still have a lot to do and I don't like that.

Mida teha vabariigi sünnipäeval...

... kui sind pole kutsutud presidendi juurde pingviiniks ega isegi mitte sisult riikliku kuid vormilt kohaliku tähtsusega üritustele? Minna kontvõõraks? Nääh... Parem lükata hommikul natuke lumekest, siis poolest päevast haarata kapist mingi pudel (mille sisu osutub olema 50-kraadine ja üllatavalt mõnusa aroomi ning maitsega rummilaadne ollus, mis pärit otse Ungarist - "Casino. From the house of Zwack." - ning mille tootmine pidavat kestma juba pikemat aega, et mitte öelda aastakümneid), siis veel Pirukatädi käest cappuccino-tort ning minna hoopis Lõksu ning improviseerida seal teemal "asutise sünnipäev".

Järgmise paari tunni jooksul õnnestus koguni näha mitu viimast nädalat kadunud olnud Emandat, samuti laekus sinna mõneks ajaks mu vennas ja veidi enne teda isegi Admiral, muudest karvastest ja sulelistest rääkimata. No ja muidugi käis mõned korrad sealt läbi ka mr. B. isiklikult. :)

Kuna ma ei viitsinud eile Scrabble't kaasa vedada, leidsime me riiulites tuustides endale uue mängu, mida mitmel pool maailmas kutsutakse miskipärast 'Othello'ks' ja mida mina tean nõukaajast rohkem nimevariandi 'Reversi' all ning tegime mõned ringid seda. (Kes seda arvutis mängida tahab, siis võib seda teha mitmel pool, kasvõi näiteks siin: Othello.) Peale seda kui ma olin suure vaevaga paar korda mr. B.-d võitnud, läksin ma ilmselt liiga uljaks ning oleks neiu S.-i (kes seda elus üldse esimest korda mängis) käest äärepealt juba poolte nuppude juures pähe saanud. Tükk tegemist oli, et seis laual enda kasuks keerata.

Selline sünnipäev siis. Ei tekkinud isegi kiusatust mõne telepurgi omaniku juurde seda va frakilindude paraadi vaatama minna.

Suitsetamine ja blowjob

Prantslased on taaskord maha saanud ühe sahinaid tekitava kampaaniaga. Nimelt on nüüd Association De Défence Contre Le Tabac and Les Droits des Non-Fumeurs tellinud reklaamifirmalt BDDP & Fils sellised suitsetamise kahjulikkust illustreerivad sotsiaalreklaamid. Kuigi (nagu keegi juba kommenteeris) pole sugugi kindel, et selline veidrapoolne pildivalik heale hulgale prantslastest mainitud tegevust senisest veelgi ahvatlevamana ei presenteeri. :)

Kümme aastat varem - 14/02/00 - 20/02/00

14/02/2000 - 20/02/2000.

Missing K. and (surprisingly) another session of coming-out conversations were the stars of this week. I was literally forced to come out in front of / censored - let's say just "one person" / because she had suspicions (probably thanks to my date with K. a week before) and started to ask questions. So I answered but this was followed with three days of headache, days full of negotiations, simple but neverending talk and God knows what else. Falling in love with me some time ago didn't made things for her easier anyway... And however I have had similar conversations also before, in the end of this mess I was extremely tired and now I can't wait for the bus on Sunday when I'm leaving to Tallinn at first and then we're going together with K. for a few days to Helsinki, Finland, to watch some exhibitions and simply have a good time.

The story of our vacation in Playa del Inglés is uploaded at last, this includes also some unique amateur photos of table-dancers, so you're welcomed to read. Check the Travel stories section!*

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* It was ten years ago, right now this story is not yet uploaded to my page.

Mis nüüd sellest nõndanimetatud "kapist välja tulemisse" puutub... Ei, ma ei käi praegu ja ei käinud ka siis ringi suur plinkivate tulukestega plakat "I'm gay, vote for me!" näpu vahel. Samas ei suuda ma hästi uskuda, et kui kellegile siin provintsilinnas see teema ikka kangesti huvi pakub, et see keegi ei ole siis midagi kuulnud. Ei olnud see mingi saladus ka kahe kümnendi eest ega pole praegugi. Ja sellele konkreetsele inimesele olin ma tegelikult juba mitu aastat enne intsidenti tõest ja faktidest lühidalt rääkinud ning enda jaoks selle teema lõpetanud. Aga nagu hiljem selgus, meeldis sellele inimesele tookord arvata, et ma lollitan niisama ja kui ta siis must-valge fakti otsa komistas, siis oli ta ilmselt vihane nii minu kui ka iseenda peale. Nojah...

Sain kirja, sellise diskrimineeriva... :D

Ah nendest masintõlgetest on juba nii palju küll jahutud aga olgu siis korra veel. Nimelt sain ma täna väljamaalt ühe kirja. Mitte et ma seda nüüd tõsiselt võtaksin aga ikkagi hakkas silma, et järjekordselt on tegu diskrimineerimisega, kus üks (eeldatavasti) naisterahvas end mulle pähe määrida üritab, eeldades automaatselt, nagu ma oleksin temast või ta sookaaslastest selles mõttes huvitatud. See, et tegelikult on ilmselt tegu järjekordse "nigeeria kirjaga", ei lähe praegu arvesse. :)

Hello My Dear,
Olen rahul Jumal minus, et ta on loodud suurepärane ja armas stiilne mees nagu sa maa peal. Ma soovin, võib olla minu viis oma südames ja ma loodan, et te võimaldab mulle, kui te ei pahanda. Mulle meeldib oma profiili, ma tahan teada, sa parem olla sõber, naine, et saab seal head ajad ja halb aeg. Ma tõesti nagu sina ja mina soov teada kirglikult. koos palju armastust ja austust naise tuleks anda kena meest nagu sina. Kas ma saan oma kontaktandmed väidet või Yahoo ID. I vaja suhet ilma lõpuni. lol ..
Ootan kiiret reageerimist mu kallis.

See on minu Yahoo Id xxxxxxxx@xxxxxx.xxx

l on hea meel teile kirjutada mulle tagasi, et saaksime teada, ise veel parem kallis.

Alates Elizabeth.

Tegelikult tekkis kiusatus talle isegi kirjutada ja uurida, ega tal juhtumisi äkki mõnda kena venda või tädipoega pole. :P