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Starwrerckin jätkät piti mindtrekissä hyvän esityksen yhteisöllisen leffatuotanon haasteista: kenelle kuuluu tekijänoikeus missäkin vaiheessa jos idealla on sata keksijää?

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of Â’97... wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years youÂ’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you canÂ’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

DonÂ’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

DonÂ’t be reckless with other peopleÂ’s hearts, donÂ’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

DonÂ’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes youÂ’re ahead, sometimes youÂ’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, itÂ’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

DonÂ’t feel guilty if you donÂ’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didnÂ’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still donÂ’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, youÂ’ll miss them when theyÂ’re gone.

Maybe youÂ’ll marry, maybe you wonÂ’t, maybe youÂ’ll have children, maybe you wonÂ’t, maybe youÂ’ll divorce at 40, maybe youÂ’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, donÂ’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody elseÂ’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. DonÂ’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, itÂ’s the greatest instrument youÂ’ll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you donÂ’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when theyÂ’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do youÂ’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

DonÂ’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

DonÂ’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than itÂ’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Joku vanajan linnassa melkein osaa englantia meidän viski syndikaatin vuosikokouksessa...

(Drabble: A drabble is a short story
which has strict criteria: the name
and possible subheadings can
contain up to fifteen words. The
story itself must consist of exactly
one hundred words.)

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"A man has got have his hobbies.
(small antithesis to the utopia of
Star Trek)"

He was not criminally insane. Just
a tad eccentric. Blowing up three
planets wasnÂ’t even the worst of it,
altought heÂ’d wished it to be. He
had claimed it was a mistake, he
had lied. All those blind followers,
unaware of their prominent
doom. What they did to subspace
in that region was bad enough,
he didnÂ’t really care. Hollow
laughter echoed in the cell as he
remembered that the nova had not
even been his idea. Stupid aliens,
he was glad they were all dead.
They got what they deserved. Star
Fleet found out. They jailed him
for life.