wow

We found the coolest house ever – and it´s rent is also very reasonable. So we´ll start moving in tomorrow – and if I´m lucky, I´ll show you some pics next week. 😛 Yeah. Right now there is one free room and maybe other one will be vacant in about a month, so if anyone is interested, let me know 😉

Püha hajameelsus

Läksin mina täna poodi, eksole. No ei ole väga hullu, eks inimesed käivadki vahel poes, ikka tuleb ette. Aga minu jama seisnes selles, et ma läksin sinna poodi autoga – ja poeuksest välja astudes loomulikult autovõtmeid enam taskus ei olnud. Otsisin terve poe läbi ja lõpuks jätsin infoletti oma telefoninumbri, et kui nad need üles leiavad, saavad mulle helistada ning hakkasin samme kodu poole sättima.

Õnneks ei pidanud kaugele kõndima – tee viis autost mööda ja märkasin, et uksed on lahti ja võtmed ees. Sellega olen ma harjunud, et ma otsaees olevaid prille otsin (päris ees olevate prillidega nii ei juhtu, sest kvaliteedivahe on liiga suur), aga et ma poodi minnes võtmed ette unustan, vat seda ei ole minuga veel juhtunud. Varsti olen nagu need ameeriklased, kes poodi minnes ära unustavad, et laps ka tagaistmel on…

why can´t I shit in peace?

I hate it when the owners of my apartment are here – they are nice people and everything, but I have a phobia – I can´t shit, when someone else is there. And by “there” I mean the whole apartment.

Okay, I can do it, when they are in their bedroom, but most of the time they are sitting and talking (can you imagine it – when I can think only about shitting, they are having a conversation) in the kitchen, which is right behind the corridor. And the corridor leads to where? Yes, you are right, my friend, that corridor leads to toilet. Which I can´t use because of my phobia. Arrgh.

Edit: I´m really desperate here, so I guess I´ll have to give it a try. I think I wouldn´t enlight you about the fruits of that horrifying proposition? Thought so.

Picturemania

I haven´t harassed you with pics for a long time, so I guess it´s time. Let´s see what we´ve got.

I know, that we´ve all seen Oskar´s baby pictures, but they are so cute, that I just HAVE to show 2 more (unfortunately I don´t have any baby pictures of Atu, since then we had no camera). One of them is very brave and the other…. not so brave any more. But still brave enough.

And now one before and one after pic to show his size 🙂

He has grown a little, hasn´t he (a little = from 20 pounds to 65)??? He has also learned a lot. For instance, he knows how to…

…stand on two legs…

…and how to be a supermodel.

Pullover itself is very cool and looks like this (how´s the father, so´s the son 🙂 ):

And of course my babe is still beautiful (both as a doberman and as a guard):

I know, that there were much too many photos, but now I wouldn ´t bore you with them again for a while. 🙂

About political correctitude

Krister Kivi has written an article, where he claims that Estonian Literary Museum provokes racism, because on it´s website there is a folkloristic research which analyzes jokes from 1960s to 1990s (that means jokes from USSR period) oral tradition and in that research there are also jokes about afro-americans. So he says, that we should forbid that kind of activity. Since folklore study is part of my life, I would like to explain that situation a little.

First of all, oral tradition is almost never politically correct so there are really jokes about russians, germans, estonians, latvians, blonds and few of them are about niggers also. Yes, there´s the N-word – for a very simple reason – back then it was the only decent word about black people (word “afro-american” hadn´t reached here yet, “nigger” didn´t have any kind of negative meaning and other words – like “blackamoor” – weren´t very polite and not so popular). And nevertheless (and you can believe me, I´ve had an exam on this) jokes about black people make a very little percent of these jokes. Actually, I believe, that most of the jokes are about Chukchi men.

Why is that? That is because most of Estonians hadn´t ever seen a black man before, few gipsys, yes, but no afroamericans. That is also the reason, why jokes about blonds weren´t popular until 90s – in Estonia we didn´t even have decent haircolors and since we didn´t watch west television, we didn´t know that pink nails and blonde hair is symbol of a girl who is stupid and slutty. When we got soap operas (thank god), that acknowledge hit us and soon our streets were also filled with that kind of blonds and anecdotes about them gained fast popularity. Sure, we could say that we hadn´t seen Chukchys also, but we were very close to East culture, so that stereotype was very well established. So, jokes about afro-americans were mainly “import goods” and therefore there were not many of them. So there´s no reason to think that people of Soviet Estonia were racist.

Secondly, why can not scientist leave out that “unpolite” and “bad” part? That´s because the main basis of science is objectivity. Scientist must observe and analyze the situation objectively, otherwise he is not credible as scientist at all. We can´t close our eyes and pretend that there aren´t any ugly things in our folklore (and believe me, few jokes are the least of those), cause that´s not what scientist do – we have to analyze the real life just the way it is.

I´m afraid that this blog isn´t of much use, since all my readers already have brains and ignorants will never read this anyway, but at least I´ve made my point.

hmm

Someone asked me, why I´m studying something that noone is interested in…

Now I feel sad.

varahommik

Mina lesin voodis, siseneb külaline Mati.

Mati:”Kuule, Rents, kas sa oled mingi kleptomaan?”

Mina:”???”

Mati:”No sa ju muudkui magad kogu aeg…”

nagu wtf???

Battle royale

Watched Battle Royale today – imho it was pretty good. Not logical scenario (come on, people who are going to school don´t rebel, it would have made more sense if they´d picked people from street and they didn´t tell, how they broke the code and how they cooperated etc etc), but if you manage to look through that, it´s good. Different.

 

P.S. What does it take to be a journalist? I thought that it takes years of hard work and good articles, but as it turns out, I´m wrong – I have written only one article (two, if you want to be specific, but first one was in high school) and I consider myself still as a child, but one magazine was quoting me with a note “female journalist” (and my name of course). So, guess I´m a journalist now. Sorry, “female” journalist. :S

It´s my big day!

I got my first honorary today – yes, I got published, I think I haven´t mentioned that in public yet – and it was twice as big as I thought it´ll be. Wow, I feel like a princess.

P.S. I finally got Battle Royale with decent English subs. Gonna watch it soon.

How do I always get fucked?

Is it logical that when I call vetenarian office to ask how much does a certain procedure cost, they tell me that it´s 10 EUROs, but when I already have an appointment and everything is done, it turns out that I have to pay 50? And as always, I´m the idiot here.