Month February 2015
Recently, I introduced you to the rubber ducks I sent north. A couple of weeks later, I received this, coming from Ryttylä: Revenge can be wonderful! ♥ ♥ ♥
Oh yeah…! C’mon, let’s do it, yes! Oh, it’s so hot…! Let’s have this fucking awesome cake and brutally luscious coffee. P.S.: Yesterday, I tried. Well, … um… well, it’s somewhat awesome and somewhat luscious…
Last week, he was still around, in a side street a couple of steps away from where I live. But now he is gone, maybe gone to the world where atoms and elements roam free and are not pressed into sheets… Continue Reading →
One of Sir Norman Foster’s masterpieces. The moment I saw it (long ago) I fell in love.
I think the aviation industry tries hard to make me laugh on Monday mornings. After the “We want Whisky” statement last week, there was another funny one today. We had a rough landing on an icy runway. The pilot announced:… Continue Reading →
I don’t understand this. I just don’t. Inspired by a youtube channel, set up by a professional organizer from Louisiana, and by my sister, who had recently parted from the majority of her beloved books to make room for new… Continue Reading →
