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

On board of Air Force One (2009)

On board Air Force One
Lavastaja: Peter Schnall
2009
http://imdb.com/title/tt1567394/

Kui reklaam lubas põhjalikku sisevaadet ilmselt maailma kuulsaimast lennukist, siis tegelikult oli sisuks peamiselt 9/11 aegse kriisiperioodi taaslavastamine, videokaadrid Bushi omaaegsest tänupüha-üllatusvisiidist Bagdadi ning pisikesest tuurist Lähis-Idas, paar pardal tehtud intervjuukatket Bush-juunioriga ning veel mõned intervjuud lennuki pilootide ja teenindava staffiga. Mõne minuti jooksul nägi lennukit seestpoolt kah ning veel paar minutit näidati Obamat personaliga chit-chat'imas (muu hulgas saime teada, et talle meeldib cheddar) kui ta presidendina esimest korda nüüd juba "oma" Boeingu pardale astus.

Hea küll, ma saan aru, et tegu on supersalajasi vidinaid täistopitud imemasinaga ja kõike ei saagi näidata aga siis võiks filmikest sellest ehk ka veidi tagasihoidlikumalt reklaamida. Igatahes tundub, et mida aeg edasi, seda pealiskaudsemaks ja samas kõmuhimulisemaks kõik need Discovery'd, National Geographic'ud ja teised telekanalid kipuvad minema. Kurb.

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Kümme aastat varem - 07/02/00 - 13/02/00

07/02/2000 - 13/02/2000.

Week started with finishing some jobs which were been on halfway for ages, also I continued to clear things and minor business problems which had happened during my vacation period. All this was done by Wednesday and life turned back to more or less normal.

During whole week we had additional negotiations with the company who will rent our small "renovated house" (it's turning to some kind of joke after all, the story of renovating this tiny one) for the next 5 years and these were not the easiest negotiations I've had. Plus things were worse because all the time I missed the sun and cuties and wine and God only knows what else.

Anyway, somewhere in the middle of week we decided with K. (using zillions of e-mails and SMS-messages from one phone to another, not mentioning the endless phonecalls itselves :-) that we should try to make some conclusion of these happy days on Canary Islands (BTW, the story about that vacation is over the corner, I have to scan some images and write some more text, so it will appear soon) and I asked him to come for a weekend to my town. He agreed.

Saturday morning he was here, first time after 15 years in my hometown and wondering, do we have anything else in our town than hotels, guesthouses and shops... In fact we do. Oh well, he has taken 3 large bags with him, only because I had requested so in one moment of deep and shining humour of mine, that kind of humour that not many usually understands or accepts but a praise goes to K., he's getting it all the time and all the time he's also biting back, exactly in a way I like.

As I had to be working for more 2 hours after his arriving, these hours seemed to be centuries, however we had decent conversations, planned our future trip to Helsinki, talked about weather and when possible, used a bit of our hands and lips. It began indeed to remain the feeling of Playa del Ingles, if not to count the snow outside of course.

After my workhours I checked us into one three-star hotel, close to my place, we bought two bottles of same wine we used to drink on Gran Canaria and fell in bed. It was around 3 PM. We probably were sleepy :-) Six hours later was a dressing routine, then we spent a hour or so in restaurant and went straight back to hotel with two new bottles of red wine and some chocolate. Followed by prompt undressing and bed again.

Actually we spent in bed so many time that we were late for check-out on Sunday but as the hotel was pretty empty anyway, I thankfully didn't had to pay any fine. So we were using the few left hours before it was time for K. to bus, simply by walking in the city and visiting some tourist destinations. It was the good time and I truly enjoyed this week-end. In fact, if such life continues, I may start to believe that life could be beautiful and fair nevertheless.

Südameteteema

Täiesti ootamatult selgus, et tänase päeva näol on tegu ühe alatult ligi hiilinud, sisult ameerikaliku kuid vormilt internatsionaalse tähtpäevaga, mille üheks tunnusmärgiks on spektri punaste toonide üleekspluateerimine ning kõikidest maailma kaardipakkidest eraldatud ärtu masti sümbolite mittesihipärane kasutamine. Noh, kui peab, siis peab. Mul läks aga õnneks vähemalt üks kaart rüüstamisest päästa ning siinkohal tervitab teid selle päeva puhul kuningas Nox.

Pildi autoriks on mangakunstnik Noxmyou, vt. ka =kikimyoumyou.

Ilmselt on sümptomaatiline...

...et isik, kes on oma privaatsuse pärast nii mures, et pahandab teatud blogijatepaariga (kes tõtt-öelda ei ole küll ka minu lemmikud aga see ei puutu praegu teemasse) oma internetis vabalt saada olnud/oleva foto(de) taaskasutuse pärast, jagab ise foorumites ja oma blogides sama lahkelt kõikvõimalikku, kahtlemata delikaatsete isikuandmete alla kuuluvat infot inimeste kohta, kelle kohta ta midagi kuulnud on või kes talle ehk ise midagi usaldanud on. Alates sellest, kes kellega magada armastab ja lõpetades sellega, kes ta töökohta viimasel ajal külastanud on ja kas neil seal ka riided seljas püsisid või mitte. Mina tööandjana teeksin sellest küll mingeid järeldusi.

Ja üks teine tegelane ilmselt kujutab esiteks ette, et ta on ainukordne supermaksimegastaar ning teiseks seda, et sellega, et ta oma hiljutised naljakalt jaburad blogisissekanded ära kustutas, on lugu lõppenud. Ei ole, kullake. Kõik see tekst on endiselt alles nii internetis kui kindlasti ka päris paljude arvutite kõvaketastel. Noh, kasvõi selleks, et mine tea, millal kellegil tekib tahtmine seda sobival hetkel tsiteerida. :)

Lapsukesed, õppige juba ükskord ära, et internet ei ole enam ammu anonüümne ja mis sinna kord juba üles pandud, on seal kusagil saadaval ka siis kui te ise oma pildid-jutud ära kustutate.

Kümme aastat varem - 31/01/00 - 06/02/00

31/01/2000 - 06/02/2000.

I won't write on this page much about actual vacation in Playa del Ingles, story about these seven days will appear on my Travel stories page, together with pictures of some real cute table-dancers and other pieces of nightlife. This story here starts from Thursday again when we had our plane back to Finland. It was abnormal heatwave that day on Gran Canaria, +36 by Celsius and it was really pity to leave that beautiful island. But it was nothing to do. This time the plane was late only for 35 minutes and took the course to Madeira at first and then to European mainland. The plane's staff offered more eyecandy than last time because of two damn cute flight attendants (to be honest, the service was on both flights excellent, only week before there was no cute stewards, only stewardesses) and one Norwegian guy (however he seemed to be a bit tired) was exactly the one I may fall in love with...

K. (shameless as he is :-) found soon a good trick and ... / Censored portion of text about warmth and pulsating bodyparts of steward and what happened in the aisle. /

Back in Vantaa (after midnight, so it was Friday already) we experienced again the suspicious mind of Finnish borderguards, we waited for ages before they dealed with one Latvian family and it became our turn. We got the last free cab to our booked hotel and were there in minutes. Then, after check-in and moving our bags into our room on 6th floor, we decided to go back to the reception and took some papers with us to read and get informed what had happened during the past week but when we were back down on the ground floor, elevator's door remained closed. So, we were stucked in lift, at 2 o'clock in the night. I saw during glass windows the boy (cutie again!) from reception running in panic around the lift and calling to somebody but then, after few minutes, the doors decided to open and leave us out. Back to our room everything worked properly and we laughed about the whole situation.

In room we reorganised a bit of furniture, moved the beds together and found better place for chairs. I tried to turn the TV in but was unsuccessful, so K. could show his masculinity and push the right button at the right time. Oh boy, was he proud! :-) Anyway, we made some coffee and tea, drank also the bottle of red wine (last bottle of cheap but good wine!), bought from plane and fell asleep. First things in the morning were whining about worst weather we'd seen for ages...

/ Censored. /

Around midday we were droven back to airport and we took the short, 25 minute flight to Tallinn, we were late again (and personally for me that wasn't the last time) no matter that plane was empty, only ten passengers, including us. Back in Tallinn I discovered that instead of hours in bus I can later take another flight to my hometown and so I bought a ticket, we drove for few hours to... / Censored part again, it seems to become very censored diary indeed. /

Plane to home was late of course, so I arrived 15 minutes later and my brother who was waiting for me, was pretty unsure, am I arriving after all or should he leave the airport. Back at home it was a pure horror when I realised how many e-mails I have to answer and other things to do. So basically all Saturday and Sunday was spent with these actions and it seems that I will have some work to do also on first days of next week before everything's become normal. But that was a hell of a good vacation!

Usuhullud - puude tapjad ja looduse reostajad

Eesti riigiasutused on sattunud järjekordse rämpsposti tulva alla. Ameerika usuhullude mahitusel (kuuldavasti ühe nende Poolas resideeruva katoliikiku iseloomuga rakukese kaudu) valminud kenal klantspaberil trükised uputavad Riigikogu postkaste ja valmistavad peavalu meie esindusorgani koristajatele, sest taaskord on ära visatava paberipahna maht törtsuvõrra tõusnud ning sealsed prügikastid ajavad juba ammu üle...

Muidugi on igal ühiskonnagrupil (jah, isegi igal ususektikeselgi) õigus ning vabadus oma vaateid rahumeelselt levitada, kahetsusväärne on siinjuures aga see, et end alahoidlikuna ja traditsiooniliste väärtuste kaitsjana esitlev seltskond kasutab oma tegevuses meetodeid, mis sobiksid võitlevasse kommunismi (kuidas see hüüdlause looduselt armuandide mitteootamise ja nende sealt ise võtmise kohta oligi...) ja hävitab halastamatult meid ümbritsevat loodust. Algul puude tapmisega ja seejärel nukrate raiesmike reostamisega paberipahnaga. Kurb.

Selle paberi, kui see juba niikuinii oli valmis meisterdatud, oleks võinud need usuhullud ilma seda täis sodimata kasvõi meie lasteaedadele või koolidele annetada, kus on pidevalt paberikriis. Lapsed oleksid vähemalt saanud oma loovust arendada ja mine tea, ehk oleksid kunagi mokaotsast hea sõnaga ka Piiblivööndi usuonusid ja -tädisid meenutanud.

Samas muidugi, on second thought, mõeldes kõigi nende ahistamiste ja muude teemade peale, mis katoliku kirikul lastega seoses on, pole seegi ehk just parim mõte...

(Foto autorilt on selle kasutamiseks luba olemas. :) )

Pasta kõrvitsaseemnepestoga

See oli mõned päevad tagasi, siis kui mul kodus veel kraanist vett tuli ja elu potilill (kas vesiroosi saaks potis kasvatada?) oli, mil ma võtsin ette oma söögikraamikappi veidi kriitilisemalt üle vaadata. Ja leidsin sealt praktiliselt kaks aastat seisnud pestopurgi, mille me kunagi Professori juubeli tähistamise aegu Viinist koju tarisime. Ehtne austerlane ja nende (eelkõige siis muidugi Graz'i linna kandi) spetsialiteet ehk kõrvitsaseemnepesto. Kõrvitsaseemneõliga ja puha. No ja kuna selle best before oli tõtt-öelda juba mõne nädala eest kätte jõudnud, siis ma lihtsalt pidin sellega midagi ette võtma. Sest ära viskamine ei olnud absoluutselt an option, esiteks oli see mu mäletamist mööda kaunikesti kallis purgikene ja teiseks on Emanda (ja vahel ka kaasaga) peetavad Solgipangeklubi istungid meid piisavalt treeninud, et mõni päev üle säilivusaja läinud tärmin meid nüüd küll ei heiduta.

"Nojah, kui pesto, siis pesto," ütles fantaasiavaene mina iseendale, "siis ju lihtsalt peab selle all olema pasta." Rabasin seega kapist ühe pesa ehtsat, sellist laiemat lindnuudlit meenutavat itaalia munapastat (kindlasti on sellel ka mingi udupeen nimetus aga ma isegi ei viitsinud seda pakilt välja lugeda, rääkimata siis meelde jätmisest) ja virutasin selle potti. Keerasin pestopurgilt kaane maha, proovisin seda kraami ja otsustasin, et üks ports kenasti krõbedalt krõmpsuks lastud kysla seibikesi on täiesti vältimatud. Need ongi need helepruunikad ja kohati auklikud (nagu taani raha, eksole) asjad, mis ka pildilt kenasti näha.

Kui ma olin ülalpool presenteeritud foto juba ära teinud, siis ma leidsin, et kuigi aurav, on pastaollus kaugelt liiga kuiva väljanägemisega ja surasin kogu sellele kremplile peale veel ühe kena mahlase sidrunipoole lapikuks pressimisest saadud vedeliku. Kusjuures mulle see sümbioos täitsa meeldis. Uut (ja mahlasemat) fotot ei viitsinud aga tegema hakata.

Itaalia köök (noh, antud juhul siis ilmselt Põhja-Itaalia ja Lõuna-Austria segunenud köök) on muide üks mu alati toimivatest ettekäänetest, miks peab (tsiteerides Katit) "veint jooma". Sest olgem ausad, vähemalt pastad on küll ilma veinita väga poolikud. Pitsa kõrvale võib veel rahulikult kasvõi tsotsa-tsoolat või ölutit juua aga pastade juures täiendab (enamasti! - aga mitte obligatoorselt) valge vein maitset rohkem kui rubla võrra.

Ja õnneks oli mul veinikapis samuti täiesti olemas ehtne austerlane (Wachau piirkonna Grüner Veltliner), mille seltsimees Maimu mulle nädalapäevad varem külas käies pruukostiks tõi aga mille avamiseni me tookord ei jõudnud, sest nii palju oli eelnevalt vaja ju proovida erinevaid vahutavaid vedelikke. :P

Seega sain ma nüüd uhkes üksinduses (mis iseenesest polnud ju eesmärk aga kedagi polnud läheduses või hõikeulatuses...) kõike seda proovida ja no oli ikka hea küll! To cut the long story short: see kõrvitsaseemnevärk oli tegelikult väga mõnus ja ma tõesti ei tea, miks Eestis keegi midagi sellist teha pole võtnud. Aeg-ajalt ostaks mina seda värki küll.
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Jah, see oli siis. Aga nüüd on teised ajad. Nüüd ma käin päeviti kohvikuid ja muid söögikohti mööda (sest kodus väga palju süüa ei saa - nõusidki ei saa ju pesta, eksole) ja õhtuti - nagu näiteks täna - hiilin pimeduse varjus endale küla peale poolsalaja mikroahjus pop-corn'i tegema.

Kui jaanipäev varsti ei laeku, siis ma kolin osaliselt ilmselt ema juurde tagasi. Vähemalt seniks kuni see igikelts ära sulab. :)

Kümme aastat varem - 24/01/00 - 30/01/00

24/01/2000 - 30/01/2000.

As I had decided not to worry about upcoming travelling, I did literally nothing to prepare myself for this and so I had nice everyday routine during Monday. In fact I also laughed then about my future roommate in Spain who had troubles selecting the right clothes and everything... But then, on Tuesday I suddenly realised how many things I have to do before leaving and whole day ran through the city only to find out that everything I need, is sold out. In the end (as I noticed in our hotel in Playa del Ingles), I had forgot to pack some important things (like socks and condoms for example) into my bag and so I had to borrow these from my travelmate K. And these were not the last things I borrowed from him...

Wednesday I travelled with bus to Tallinn and after few minutes of waiting there, K. came and we drove to his working place, a nice big house in the heart of our capital. After a cup of marvellous lemon-tea and watching some new gay-mags, we had a lunch in one of countless cellar-restaurants of old town and then it was already time to harbour where our ferry left Tallinn at 6 PM.

I personally find ferries boring, there's not much to do and so we spent our time with some windowshopping at tax-free shops and drinking cava in our cabin, we had to prepare ourselves for Spain after all! Ferry was in Helsinki, Finland after few hours but as our plane was only in the early morning, we spent the night in ferry. 6 AM next day the gates were opened specially for two of us, we met sleepy borderguards who decided in the end that we're not members of Russian mafia or hookers and let us go through. Once outside, we took a cab to Vantaa airport and arrived just in time. Which doesn't mean that plane was in time. Thanks to some mumbling there our plane was few minutes late from our schedule and that caused a 25-minutes delay before our takeoff. It was Britannia's plane this time, a Boeing 757, specially re-designed for charter flights which means of course that I didn't had much space to feel myself comfortably.

/ Censored portion of text about flying over Paris, watching the Eiffel tower from the height of 11+ kilometres, what happened then in the plane and about elderly lady next to us :) / *

We were even more late because of strong winds in Scandinavia and we landed in Fuerteventura some 35-40 minutes later than planned. Some passengers began their vacation on that island and we had to fly after 30 minutes to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria but then they realised that one traveller is missing. No-one knew his/her name and we waited for ages (almost a hour) for that mysterious person before we followed our flight. Without the missed man/woman. So in the end we were about 2 hours late from our flight schedule and had spent in plane (or Fuerteventura's airport) ca 10 hours. Like a flight to Thailand!

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*On asju, millest ma kümme aastat tagasi rahulikult kirjutasin aga mida ma praegusel ajahetkel ei pea vajalikuks uuesti avalikkuse ette lasta. Lõppude lõpuks ei saa meie kollasele pressile ka liiga palju konte hambusse anda. :)

Ja veel nii lisamärkuse korras. Mehest, kellega ma sel nädalal kümme aastat tagasi peale mitme kuu pikkust võrgusuhtlust esimest korda vis-à-vis kohtusin ja kellega me koos Kanaaridele lendasime mõttega raha kokku hoida (ehk et mitte ühese toa lisatasu maksta, sest mingi suvalise ja absoluutselt tundmatu tegelasega ma keeldun ühes toas elamast) olla lihtsalt toakaaslased, sai kõigi osapoolte jaoks üksjagu ootamatult mu kaasa. Ütle siis veel, et internet pole real thing... :)

Kümme

See oli küll juba mitu päeva tagasi, mil Ööhulkur mulle teada andis, et ta on mu suunas ühe meemi teele pannud. Ja et praegu on talvine aeg, siis võttis sellel läbi lume sumbates kohalejõudmine natuke aega ning see koputas ukse taga just täpselt siis ja praegu, kui ma parajasti kaminat kütan ning püüan endale leida igasugu ettekäändeid, et mitte midagi tarvilikku ning ühiskonnale kasulikku korda saata.

Niisiis küsimused teemal "mida sa tegid siis kui...":

1. esimene inimene astus kuule 21.7. 1969
Päris kindel on see, et ma kasvatasin sel ajal usinasti enda jäsemeid (ja ehk ka muid kehaosi) pikemaks. Millegi muu väitmine võiks juba enesepettuse valdkonda kalduda, lõppude lõpuks oli see ju NII ammu...

2. John Lennon mõrvati 8.12.1980
Pole õrna aimugi. Lennoni surmast muide kuulsin ma alles mitu aega hiljem kui (vist) "Noorte Hääles" miski sellekohane lühidokumentaaljutuke ilmus. Selline propagandamaiguline oli teine, rääkides südantlõhestava loo sellest, kuidas maailma rahu eest võidelnud mees julmalt mõrvati kui ta peale mitmeaastast lapsekasvatamispausi uuesti söandas plaate ilmutama hakata. Just sellest artiklist jäi meelde ka paari päeva eest meie seast lahkunud kirjanikuhärra Salingeri nimi ning sel ajal väga jaburana tundunud raamatupealkiri. "Kuristik rukkis". Mitte et lugudel banaanikala püüdmise parimast päevast või puuseppade sarikate kõrgele tõstmisest nüüd oluliselt vähemjaburad pealkirjad oleks.

3. Tshernobõli aatomielektrijaamas plahvatas 26.4.1986
Kah mäluauk. Ilmselt jõin ma juba siis liiga palju aga õnneks ma enam ei mäleta seda. :)

Veidi hiljem kui ümbruskonnast tuttavaid onusi sinna minema hakkas (ja mõned sealt isegi tagasigi tulid), kuulsin ma skeemidest, mida üritati rakendada, et nõukogude mehe sunduslikust aukohustusest pääseda. On ka tähelepanuväärne, et kui muidu pidime me seitsmekümnendatel-kaheksakümnendatel üsna rutiinse regulaarsusega osalema tsiviilkaitseõppustel, jooksma häiresignaali peale distsiplineeritult varjendisse (ühel korral algkoolis, kus varjend lihtsalt puudus, küll ka lihtsalt majast välja kooli kõrvale asfaldiplatsile - ilmselt seekord saatsid pahad imperialistid sellise uuendusliku aatomipommi, mis kasutati hoonetes seespidiselt...), kuulama mingit tarka juttu ja vahtima värviliste piltidega plakateid, milledel kujutet moondunud jäsemeid, tuumapuravikke ning igasugu huvitavaid versioone löövetest, põletushaavadest ja muust sellisest, siis Tšernobõli aegadel midagi sellist ei toimunud. Kõik oli normaalne, vaid meie füüsikaõpetaja soovitas mokaotsast, et tema meie asemel veedaks neil päevil, mil kiirgavate elementaarosakeste pilve serv turistina Eestimaad väisas, võimalikult palju aega kindlate kiviseinte vahel ning ei pistaks oma nina õue. Me vist isegi järgisime seda nõuannet.

4. Balti kett 23.8. 1989
Olin teist aastat vene kroonu koosseisus Eestit okupeerimas. Vaatasime lätlaste ja leedukatega telekast seda ketivärki ning ilmselt jõime pärast kusagil tagumistes garaažides end varjanud KrAZ-260-e mugavas kabiinis oma salavarudest võetud ukraina samakat, haukasime peale ukraina soolapekki ning jõrisesime seda ketilaulukest "Estija, Latvia, Lietuva". Leedu keeles seepärast, et leedu poisid ainsana oskasid meist talutaval tasemel laulda. :)

5. Estonia uppus 28.9.1994
See oli üks neist kordadest, kus uudisekildudest kujunes alguses natuke nihkes pilt. Ah et laev uppus ära või? No hea küll, eks inimesed saavad siis teiste laevadega oma sihtkohta edasi sõita. Tegelikkus jõudis hiljem veidi suurema pauguga kohale.

Kusjuures üks lugu oli ju veel sellega, et ma oleks teoreetiliselt võinud samal laeval olla. Nimelt pidime me paar kuud varem koos sõbrapoisi ja ühe ruotslasega äärepealt tegema ühisfirma aga ma lihtsalt ei viitsinud asju ajada ning kogu see värk jäi ripakile. Kannatamatu rootslane leidis endale lõpuks siit teise kompanjoni ning nad pidid hakkama Eestisse arvutustehnikat tarnima ja sõitsid mingit lepingut sõlmima. Eesti kutt kasutas võimalust ning lendas päev varem Stockholmi, rootslane läks aga selle saatusliku laevareisiga ning sinna alla ta jäigi.

Ütle siis veel, et laiskusest ei ole kasu.

6. Diana suri 31.8. 1997

Olin kodus , tegelesin ilmselt mingi paberijamaga ning vaatasin silmanurgast teleka uudistesaateid, kus neid Pariisi kaadreid kedrati lõputult edasi ja tagasi. Diana matuse otseülekande ajal tegime me minu meelest oma kunagisest põllumaast aastakümnetega võsaks saanud "metsas" natuke küttepuid aga tänu videomaki-nimelisele tehnikaimele vaatasime tseremooniat hiljem lindilt.

7. saabus aasta 2000
Eelnevalt kindlustusin igaks juhuks paljukäratud Y2K probleemi vastu, tehes oma olulisematest e-mailidest, mingitest vajalikku infot täistuubitud exceli-tabelitest ja muust sellisest ketastele paar tagavarakoopiat. 31. detsembri õhtul tõin vanaema maalt linna, sõime õhtusöögi ja siis sõitsin mina maale tagasi, panin oma tolleaegse traditsioonilise aastavahetusplaadi (Eloy "Silent cries and mighty echoes") mängima ning lugesin ihuüksi suures maamajas enne magamaminemist natuke ühte raamatut. Millist, ei mäleta.

8. toimus terroriakt World Trade Centerile 11.9.2001
See tundus alguses veelgi absurdsem kui "Estonia" lugu. "Hea küll," mõtlesin ma kodus CNN-i vaadates, "kaksikornid veel aga et ka Pentagon, mille läbimatust kaitsetsoonist oli mitte väga palju varem pasundatud, see muudab selle kõik uskumatuks." Mis iganes seal siis ka tegelikult ei toimunud, fakt on see, et seekord läks mu kaasal napilt õnneks. Oli ta ju just mõned päevad varem Ühendriikidest tagasi koju jõudnud, kasutades selleks täpselt sama lennuvälja, kuskohast tõusid õhku ka tornidesse kihutanud aeroplaanid.

9. Michael Jackson suri 25.6. 2009
Mina muidugi vabandama aga see uudis ei tekitanud minus küll mingeid erilisi emotsioone. Eks ta oli juba mõnda aega oma üle vindi keeratud veidrustega mittefännide jaoks üks paras zombi ju niikuinii ning pikemat aega tundus, et see on ju vaid aja küsimus, millal asi ära vormistatakse. Ühest küljest muidugi kahju ka, et kunagi tõesti andekas olnud inimene nii vara ära läks. Andekus lõppes minu meelest tal aga "Dangerous"-albumiga ning kõik hilisem oli juba tragikoomika valdkonnast. Tõsi, olles nüüd ära vaadanud ka "This is it'i", tuleb tunnistada, et juhul kui selle filmi näol tegu ei olnud eriti suurejoonelise pettusega, oli MJ suuteline veel esinema, laulma ja hüplema küll. Aga kõik need vokaal-verbaalsed häälitsused, mis tal laulusõnade vahel suust välja tulid, olid juba rohkem kui piinlikud.

10. Milline uudis jäi meelde eilsest päevast või mida tegid eile?
Kas eile oli mingit uudist, mida peaks tuleviku tarvis meelde jätma?

Keskpäeva paiku helistas siinses blogis Koogineiu nime all figureeriv tütarlaps ning arvas, et ta tuleb mulle kohe külla ning siis me võiksime pärast ehk Lõksu minna klaasikesele veinile. Mõeldud-tehtud, polnud me ju umbes-täpselt pool aastat kokku saanud. Lõpuks lobisesime seal mitu tundi ning siis läks tema spaasse mingile tüdrukute saunapeole ja mina kulgesin ühte varasemat lubadust täitma.

Täna see-eest oli palju tähelepanuväärsem päev. Kuigi me saime Koogineiuga uuesti kokku ja seekord ühines ka tööandja korraldatud väljasõidust toibunud Emand meiega, oli hittsündmuseks fakt, et esimest korda selle aja jooksul, mis ma seal oma majas elanud olen, külmus lõuna paiku lõpuks siis ka mul veetoru ära. Hommikul veel oli ja lõuna ajal enam netu. Niipalju siis tänasest külmapealinna tiitlist siin perifeerias.

11. Lennart Meri matused, 26. 03. 2006
See ei olnud küll algses meemis aga kuna ma natuke selle värgi jälgi veebi mööda taga ajasin, siis leidsin, et vähemalt kahel juhul oli ka see küsimus lisatud. Millele on lihtne vastata. Me hakkasime samal hommikul Tallinnast läbi Praha Ateenasse lendama ning olime natuke mures, et kas Eestisse saabuvate (ja siit hiljem lahkuvate) prominentsete väliskülaliste tõttu meie TLL-PRG lend üldse toimub. Aga toimus, jõudsime mõne tunni pärast ilusasti ka Kreekasse ning veel paar tundi hiljem kui me olime keset linna laiuvate Hadrianuse raamatukogu varemete kõrval leidnud ühe imepisikese (ja seda sümpaatsema) oikumeenilise kiriku, panime Lennule sinna kõige suurema küünla, mida oli võimalik sealt leida. See oli ikka rohkem kui meeter pikk...

Flash Gordon (1980)

Flash Gordon
Lavastaja: Mike Hodges
1980
http://imdb.com/title/tt0080745/

Ming Halastamatu on üks kangesti hiinlase nägu pahalane, kes pesitseb kusagil seal ülevalpool pilvi ning kes ühel mitte nii heal päeval hakkab puhtast igavusest jupphaaval Maad hävitama. Maavärinad, vulkaanipursked, orkaanid ja muu selline on tal kenasti süstemaatiliselt kaugjuhtimispuldile kirja pandud ning oma saatanliku naeru saatel ta neid nuppe ka sõtkub.

Umbes samal ajal hakkab staarsportlane Flash Gordon puhkuselt tagasi lendama ning tutvub turbulentsis rappuvas lennukis nägusa ajakirjanikupreili Dale Arden'iga. Peagi loobitakse lennukit juba igas suunas ja ühel hetkel kaovad kokpitist ka piloodid ning meie kangelane peab lennuki tagasi ühes tükis maa peale tagasi tooma. (Mitte nagu originaalkoomiksis, kus nad kasutavad langevarju.) Noh, enam-vähem see tal õnnestubki. Mitmete eksootiliste kasvuhoonetaimede hinnaga.

Niisiis leiavad Flash ja Dale end ootamatult purustatud kasvuhoone omaniku, hullu teadlase, dr. Hans Zarkov'i juurest, kes meelitab/sunnib noored enda leiutatud kosmoseraketti ning järgnenud kakluse käigus suudavad nad loomulikult natuke raketi suurt punast stardinuppu taguda ja nii nad üles lähevadki. Teadlane on nimelt veendunud, et ta on lahendanud Maad tabanud kataklüsmide saladuse ning ainsateks põhjusteks saavad olla avakosmosest lähtuvad mõjutused. Mis tähendab, et tuleb lennata sinna, et nii-öelda kätt elu pulsil hoida. Muidugi on tal õigus ja varsti selgub, et asi on veelgi hullem, nimelt on igavlev Ming valmis Kuud Maale kukutama.

Edasi tuleb palju kangelastegusid, natuke romantikat, veel kangelastegusid (korralikule kangelasele kohaselt sureb Flash nende käigus kohe mitu korda) ja kõige lõpus happy end. Või noh, kui viimast kaadrit arvestada, siis kaugemas perspektiivis ehk ka mitte nii happy.

See on üks kummaline film. Vaatasin seda eile öösel üle aastakümnete ja see on ajale ikka väga halvasti vastu pannud. Tegelikult mõtlesin ma esimese kolmandiku peal paaril korral, et panen masina kinni. Ja siis mingist hetkest peale läks lõpuni ludinaga välja. Ilmselt sellest hetkest kui ma hakkasin seda vaatama mitte kui kultusliku camp-filmi (mida see kolmekümne aasta eest kahtlemata oli, see oli isegi nii camp, et väljaspoolt Suurbritanniat kukkus üsna suure kolinaga kassadest läbi) vaid kui selle kultusliku camp-filmi paroodiat. Aga tõsi ta on, et nii kehva kvaliteediga efekte ei oleks nii suure eelarvega filmist, mis valmis tervelt kolm aastat peale esimesi tähevarsi, küll enam oodanud. Omal ajal pätakana kõlbas muidugi vaadata küll. :)

Paar "ahaa!" kohta oli ka. Nüüd ma siis tean, kuskohast Cameron oma Avatari hõljuvad mäed võttis ning samuti kõlab siin esimest korda Queen'iga seonduvalt fraas "Who wants to live forever". Nimelt on Queen "Flash Gordon'i" filmi enamiku muusika autoriks ja esitajaks (olles filmiajaloos esimeste rockbändide seas, kellele selline ülesanne anti - praegu kohe ei tulegi peale Pink Floyd'i kedagi varasemat meelde...) ning kuigi ülalmainit fraas tuleb pistrikmeeste (kes tõele au andes näevad rohkem küll välja nagu postapokalüptilises maailmas elavad ning oma öid ja päevi bakhanaaliatega sisustavad peainglid) pealiku suust, kulus veel vaid mõni aasta ja rokkarid kirjutasidki ühe teise filmi ("Highlander", eksole) heliriba tarvis ühe oma suurimatest hittidest.

Nostalgiapunktid.

6/10

Donkey Xote (2007)

Donkey Xote
Lavastaja: Jose Pozo
2007
http://imdb.com/title/tt0419704/

Elas kord üks romantiline mees, kes luges hunnikute kaupa raamatuid ning unistas vapraks rüütliks saamisest. Ja ühel ilusal päeval sai ta aru, et ta saatuseks on oma armastatud raamatute juurest koos ustava Sanchoga laia maailma minna, võidelda pahade hiiglastega ning mis kõige tähtsam: võita oma armastatud Dulcinea süda. Ja peale seda kõike elada rahus ja harmoonias aegade lõpuni...

Ei. See polnud üldse niimoodi. Õnneks on meil aga käepärast võtta eeslist hobuseks löödud asjaosaline (ta on muide tuttav ka "Shreki"-filmidest tuntud eesliga), kes jutustab meile sellest, mis tegelikult juhtus. Ja see lugu räägib ilmselt robot Marvini kaksikvennast, hobuse karikatuurist Rocinantest, kes seiklemise asemel veedaks oma aega palju parema meelega tibudele militaardrilli tehes, Vale-Dulcineast ja tervest karjast kaunitari kätt jahtivatest Vale-Don-Quijotedest (nende seas ka Peeter Paan...), idamaiseid võitluskunste õppinud kukest ning kõige tipuks veel ka muscle mary drag queen'ist hobusest.

Parajalt jabur ja koomiline kompott aga päris rohelise sookolli filmide tasemele see vähemalt meelelahutusliku külje pealt ei jõua.

5/10