least russophobic finn

Reminds me of a time long ago when a girl at the bar did the same thing to me with her handbag. She flashed the logo and twirled it around a bit and put it over her shoulder and did a little pose. It was nice, she was clearly very excited about her handbag. Might just have been me being young and horny, but I interpreted the situation like she expected me to be really impressed and maybe, you know, make a move on such a classy young lady like herself. Then she leaned in a bit as if to tell a secret, and I was getting fuckin ready to go, and she whispered “it cost 1400€ :P”. It was like a flashbang went off in my mind, so all I managed to do was shout “1400 euros!!! what the fuck is wrong with you!!!”, and she didn’t like that. It was the first time that I can remember that I encountered that kind of luxury. 1400 was like almost twice of what I lived off in a month!

aaah, I used to play the heck out of this with my brother… Our favourite was to set all the bots to 5-star melee-only monkeys on one team vs. the two of us. And the entire soundtrack is filled to the god damn brim with bangers. The Scrapyard music particular goes fucking hard. Certainly a formative moment in the development of my musical taste.

Oh jeez, I’m the most annoying person in the entire universe about this. Everyone actually likes king gizz, some just haven’t listened to the right album yet.

Oh jesus christ, this should be good. We all remember how fun privatizing the electrical grid was, yeah?

These people if anyone are the most based alpha chads in the universe. God damn

Oh yes, it is indeed extremely god damn leaky, especially on the top floor where the bedrooms are. There no doors between any of the rooms either for some reason (previous owner not a fan of privacy???), so I think the draft goes right through the whole floor. The previous owner had a guy come over with a heat-sensing camera and identify the leakiest spots, so we’re gonna plug them up with some bullshit when we have time. We’re gonna have to redo the insulation there anyway at some point in the near future (some earlier owner has fucked up the insulation between the outer roof and the inner ceiling, it’s not ventilated properly so the condensation water could/will soak into the insulation), so we’ll deal with it “properly” then.

So I moved into my new house a while back. It’s relatively old as fuck and built with wood. And jesus it gets cold in here. Like, I knew it’d be colder on average than a concrete house, but god damn. It was just below freezing outside yesterday, and the inside temp dropped to like 14°C in one of the rooms. Tossed a few logs on the fire (extremely cozy, an impeccable vibe) and turned on a space heater in the bedroom, so it was alright by bedtime. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use the space heaters at all before we get an AC heating thing machine installed, but the process is taking forever. Once we get that installed I’m gonna make a bunch of temperature/humidity sensors with whatever microcontroller is the cheapest and place them around the house and make a bunch of scripts to adjust the temperature automagically. It’s gonna be sick. It’s a lot of effort compared to living in an apartment building, but one million percent worth it to never have to deal with landlords again.

Okay I never thought I would say this, but this might be enough decades for one week. I have stuff to do, you know

Hell yeah dude

jesus christ it was right in front of us this entire time

Yeah, it’s was a thing in finland as well. idk what duraseal is, but I assume it’s that self-adhesive plastic wrap stuff (we called it contact plastic or something?). We could only use transparent wrap though, no fun allowed. Still, it was an important ritual I remember. New school year, 15 new books, let’s fucking go!! I was always really bad at it though, so my books would have creased wraps with tons of air bubbles. I thought it was really satisfying, so I’d (poorly) go home wrap my own books just for fun as well.

I went to the Lenin museum in Tampere. They’re gonna close it in a couple of months because of anti-russian brainworms (extremely common finland L), so I had to check it out before then. It is supposedly the place where Lenin and Stalin first officially met.

It was a bit underwhelming tbh? Doesn’t contain anything a level 99 communist like myself wouldn’t already know, but I can’t exactly fault them for that. What I can and will fault them for though is the completely unnecessary additions of “Lenin and Stalin and USSR bad, btw” that they just had to insert into every exhibit that dared to be the tiniest bit positive about them. There was also nothing about WHY Lenin was as revolutionary as he was, more like “he just kind of was revolutionary and decided to do that”. Almost nothing about the terrors of the Whites in the civil war. An exhibit showing how socialism == no food. An entire wall dedicated to Yeltsin, Putin and Ukraine?? The worst part was when the guide presented a bigass painting of Lenin Proclaiming Soviet Power, and said “in this propaganda piece we can see that Lenin is painted as very tall and imposing, as if he is above the common folks below, whereas in real life he was actually a rather short man ”. I left a feedback form pointing this out, for whatever that’s worth now since they’re closing it down.

Overall it wasn’t completely horrible I guess. Not as explicitly negative as I expected from this bullshit hell-country, but still disappointing. I get the vibes that they wanted the museum to be more positive of Lenin, but due to the “geopolitical climate” someone higher up told them to tone it down.

They have it for live streamed video chats as well. It does it meagre best to summarize what chat is popping off about at the moment. I don’t fucking get it, you can just read the chat? It’s right there? Who asked for this?

Yeah, I’ve always been lazy too. Never did my homework, rarely could be bothered to do my chores, one million unfinished projects and unrealized ideas, couldn’t hold down a job for long, etc. I was completely convinced I’m just a lazy, useless, unmotivated sack of dookie, until one day, when a psychiatrist introduced me to the concept of “executive dysfunction”, something I’d never heard of before. One ADHD diagnosis and years of therapy later I am in a pretty decent spot. The most important thing is that I have become much better at being kind to myself. I was never truly lazy, I’d just spent most of my life trying to fit my square-peg self into a round-hole society and become too hopelessly burned out by trying to fulfill the round-hole expectations to do pretty much anything, ever. You mentioned your dad has ADHD, and it is apparently hereditary as fuck, so I think you should at least look into it. My mom and most of her siblings have it, some of my cousins have it, and my brother has it as well.

When I start feeling bad about being lazy, I like to think about it like there’s good lazy and bad lazy. Like, my cats are good lazy. They don’t do shit. They just fuckin lay around all day and they seem to love it. In fact, I think most animals would just fuckin lay around all day if they had the opportunity. Fuckin laying around all day seems to be the peak of existence in nature. If I’m feeling bad about getting to experience the sheer bliss of fuckin laying around all day, then it’s likely I’m not being good lazy, but rather bad lazy. Bad lazy is in fact not laziness at all, but executive dysfunction in a laziness disguise.

A big thing for me was learning that I never accepted “being tired” (mentally or physically) as a valid excuse to rest, so I’d spiral into bad laziness because I was too tired to do the thing, but couldn’t rest until I’d done the thing, so I’d try to somehow escape from the impossible contradiction by scrolling instagram reels or whatever until I either forced myself to doing the thing and hating it, or gave up on doing the thing and hating myself for being bad lazy and wasting so much time. It turns out that I can, in fact, just say “I am simply too tired right now, I will do it later”. No use trying to fit my square-peg ass into a round-hole expectation, I’ll just burn myself out again. I’ll make square holes. I can just eat a snack now and make dinner at 10PM instead. People won’t die if I don’t fold the laundry today. The shop is still open for hours, there’s no rush. Yes, honey, I know I said I’ll deal with it after work, but I need a couple of hours to rest. It doesn’t make the things any easier to do per se, but just knowing that it’s okay to be tired and that I’m “allowed” to take some time to rest takes a lot of the pressure off. I’m still learning this shit, and it’s ironically a chore in itself to remind myself to let myself rest and be good lazy when I need it.

You’re not irredeemably dysfunctional! There’s probably square holes for you as well.

for real, jesus christ. does “I can’t afford it” mean something else for other people??? I remember I had an acquaintance back when who just didn’t seem to get the concept of not affording something.

“come to the thing!” sorry I’m broke, I can’t afford it. “yeah okay but you could still come” bro what I literally have seventeen cents to my name “oof yeah I get it, but you could come though?” What, just fucking smooth-talk my way in without a ticket? “no man the tickets are cheap, come on, it’ll be fun”

They weren’t even out-of-touch-levels of rich or even all that well off. I never understood, and I never thought to ask them what they think “can’t afford” means. Wild.

skill issue

Another week where a week happens. The N/T ratio is appearing to be a pretty accurate metric.

God damn Sacrifice, it was an RTS-esque third-person wizard game from 2000 or so. I remember the story and voice acting being quite good, and everything in that game being extremely weird looking. You could pick your god (thunder, fire, stone, life, and death IIRC) and they all had different spells and minions. You needed souls to summon minions, and you could get more souls by battling the other wizards’ minions and stealing their souls, by having some strange dudes with giant syringes take the souls and perform a ritual at one of your altars. The highest level spells were fucking awesome too, if you played as a fire wizard you could summon a giant god damn volcano on the battlefield. The goal was to sacrifice one of your minions at an enemy wizards main altar, and banish them from the realm (i.e. eliminate them from the game).

And holy fuck I’ve also just been informed that this game is available on Steam, brb