Good morning. Taiji yesterday was nice. I am really getting hold of it. Didn't
go to karate as now as I have the new belt, the lessons are on the same time.
Well not exactly on the same time (karate 18.30-20.00 and Taiji 19.30-21.00)
but still too complicatedly similar times. 

My gradu (Master's thesis) isn't progressing as fast as I would like it to be.
I'd need to find some book/document/shit about DDBMS (distributed database
management systems). That area is not covered well enough on the standard
books about databases. None of our libraries have no interesting books about
the topic and real books  cost much to buy. I am waiting for something to
happen, perhaps I'll find perfect  document from web. If you have any
suggestions, or a book to loan --> Please!

I have to say that I am really positively surprised how many good blogs  there
are. Mine is shit but it is mainly written for me to be amuzed how much  shit
my brains produce during night time. And they really seem to be doing hard job
when I am asleep. Cavalier and Femko have really nice blogs. Others too  of
course but they were the only ones I ready this morning. I will award Keat a
tp for well formatted blog.

Hmm... Now I got really tempted to order DNA testing of myself from this 
www.oxfordancestors.com. They make test on you to find which of the 'original
clans' do you belong to. They track mtDNA and compare it to the DNA database
and make a diplomas and shit. Seems a bit expensive though but... I WANT ONE!

AVAUTUMINEN <tm>: What is the reason for people to deny the fact that most of
us are basicly  very similar to the stereotypes? I mean, why is it so hard to
admit that I am very much the stereotypical man? What is this illusion of
uniqueness?  What is the reason and benefit of it? Why does ones mind make up
illusions? There is nothing special in me.  Dino means nothing to over 6
billion people. None of them cares if I live or not. One very good advice for
life (especially for finnish people who always seem  to wonder what other
people think of you) was "Älä mieti mitä muut ajattelevat sinusta, heillä on
tarpeeksi tekemistä miettiessään mitä sinä ajattelet heistä".  Freely
translated that is "Don't bother yourself thinking what others think of you, 
they are bothered enough thinking what you think of them". 

Weird thing, I am getting aroused by weird sexual stimulus today.  I came to
work and the first thing I thought about were the two small, round  ball tits
that the cashier girl on the Micro-teknia cafeteria.  Her tits are so close
together that it almost makes me feel physically ill, not able  to touch them.
Well, as that was not enough, I AGAIN got pervertedly excited by the smell of
the cleaning lady here in my working place. She is oldish, not good looking 
and smells quite strongly (especially during fridays, when she cleans my
room). The smell is sweat I suppose but it has SO much feromones in it that I
am all tempted  to go and rape her. For fucks sake, I should seek medical
help.

Dream1: A meeting, lots of people there. I suppose it is somekind of mudcon or
something similar. There is livefeed of it and I am responsible for the
filming. Some of the meeting is indoors and some is outdoors. I was filming
the thing partially with my videocamera and partially with my old cellular
phone. The phone had a special software to cast streaming video. I don't know
where the video  ended because I was only filming. I think some of the indoor
sets was in home of our family friends (Seppä) house. We used to go there when
I was  something like 5 or ten. They had 3 girls and no boys so I grew out of
it quite fast. I even know that the oldest of the girls has a burn scar in her
butt :)  She burned it on sauna stove while we were bathing.

Dream2: Americans are crazy! They build so weird airplanes to my dreams  that
I can't really but wonder their reasons.  Well, anyway, I was sitting on the
transit hall of airport and waiting to get home from the place I was. It was
outside finland because I had two tickets  (which I almost thought I had lost,
but found them from my right chest pocket). The tickets were narrow, thick
pieces of blue cardboard. The last one read  Finnair so I was first going to
fly to Helsinki and then home from there. I suppose it was in America (what
the hell I am doing there?) as the plane is definitely american. Nobody else
could build such a ridiculous plane. 

Dream2, part2: We are allowed to step in the plane and for gods sake, it is
decorated  completely by dark wood. It is built like some hillbilly house,
full of  dark colored wooden panels, stairs, really badly cushioned chairs and
decorations from hell. It looks like somebody's mansion, not like airplane.
Well the airport personnel inform us that they were unable to guide the people
allready in the plane to their right  places because they are somekind of
retards. This is why we have to be patient and just try to fit in. I wonder
how in the hell can that kind of plane fly, it is so high and of so weird
shape. I see one of the retards taking a seat next to a window that you can
see straight forward from (aerodynamics ruled). He looks a bit like randy from
the 'bumfight.com' (btw, if you  have that film... could I have divx copy :D).
I take my seat but end up wandering around the plane  to take a look. 

Dream2 part 3: I suddenly realize that I have put a bag of marijuana inside a
small bottle (plastic bottle with yellow cap) in my bag. I know I have to go
through customs in Helsinki and I am quite sure they will have drug dogs there
waiting.  I quickly dig the bottle from my bag and try to come up with
brilliant ideas how to get this important bag to home. I come up with no ideas
:(  It is a bit like sitting on a non-smoking hotelroom with bag of hash on
your lap and nothing to do.