IRC-Galleria

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Eyes don't see, heart don't bleed
Tonite, tonite we have a knock you off your feet
I know we have a murda you

See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs

Heräily joskus ysin jälkee ku mato halus evään töihin. Toimin asian tiimoilta ja noudin mäsäytystä itselleni lidlistä. Hilluin webissä, kattelin shieldiä jakson verran, katoin tämän uudehkon TMNT da movien ja nukuin kolmen tunnin päikkärit. No oon mä NYT sit saanu jo iltasella vähä luettua tenttiinkin. Mut huikeeta olla vaa tekemät mitää järkevää. Ainii. Säädin varmaa toista tuntia mp3rippainta ubuntuun. Sekin vielä. Puuh. Moi.

Yeah we gettin' ready to break y'all it's winner take all
The game has locked me down to the eight ball
The time is now, it ain't nothin' to wait for
I'm a king by blood, a soldier by nature
I'm somethin' like a threat to y'all space cadets
'Cause you never met a brother nothin' like me yet
So push another slice into your toaster, tighten your vests
Cause it's a warrior you seein' here tonight in the flesh
I give you sudden high voltage double dosage
Runnin' with these vultures givin' me ulcers
Which one of these hustlers bringin' the thunder
'Riq-Gees not another man takin' us under
Nigga please which Philly cat doin' his own thing
Might say black might give you a code name
Round my neck see the microphone hang
Have your lady lip-syncin' like on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Captain, Lieutenant, General, Sergeant
Black, one man army movin' in on your squadron
You sittin' still you know you a target
You heard you better duck down!

-Black Thought aka Tariq Trotter aka Riq-Gees

Joka aiheuttaa sekalaisia tunteita. Eilen vielä olin aivan mehuista soikeana ja päätin et teen vaikka ylitöitä jos tilanne vaatii enkä välitä paskankaan turhaduksen vertaa mistään, leppostelen pari päivää töis ja tällein.

Nii vissii.

Työnjohtaja ja prosessivastaava vaa karjuu ja on äärettömän vittumaisia ihmisiä, koska heidän kotiinpääsynsä viivästyy. (nimimerkillä "Itse en halunnut tähän työhön enkä tiennyt mitä se ko. konsernissa on") Töihin mennessä oli ihan helmi fiilis, töistä lähtiessä vitutti niin ankarasti, että olin äkäinen siviililäheisilleni. EI JUMALAUTA! :(

No enivei. Eniten tässä ehkä vitutteleepi deebeeteeällän sato: Kadonnut kännykkä, ostin sen tarkalleen 2kk sitten. Eikä se pikkusieluinen pirinsäätäjä palauta sitä. Oon tästä melko varma. Vitun vittu, sanonpahan vaan.

No, thumbs up. In the ass of Timo.

A good impression of myself
Not much to conceal
IÂ’m saying nothing
But IÂ’m saying nothing with feel

I simply am not here
No way I..
Shut up, be happy
Stop whining please

En tiedä monettako kertaa kuuntelen Porcupine Treen keikkasettiä läpi tälläviikolla. On vaan niin vitun hyvä. Klubikeikka sun, won't you come?