Unsure Exposure

Whether My Friends Are Right Or Wrong Is Debatable But At Least They Are Hilarious

2008-09-07T21:00:00.000+03:00

"It's so unfair that even though there are a lot less women who are interested in women, it is still easier for you to find a girlfriend than for me to find a boyfriend."

It's A Long Story..

2008-08-31T20:43:00.004+03:00

..but I think I just left my heart in Tampere.

Two weeks ago my life changed. Anorexia had killed any and all chances of a real relationship forming between me and Sparkle. A certain void was once again present in my life.

So, one day as I came home, I immediately checked to see what was going on in the Internet and got stuck in a conversation with someone who at that point was practically a complete stranger. It started innocently enough with a simple "hello" - and lasted for five and a half amazingly short hours. Hours filled with joyous laughter and something that I could only describe as chemistry between two people.

After a couple of weeks of intensive messaging it had become obvious - the two of us had to meet in real life. Just to see whether the chemistry we were experiencing was really there.

It was.

It truly was.

Even Maija Vilkkumaa was able to sense it. She smiled at us in a really heartwarming way as the two of us were holding hands while her car drove past us.

That's all. For now.

I'm Not Really Into Sports...

2008-08-23T09:57:00.003+03:00

...but I can appreciate well-timed sports photography.

More hilarious, glamorous, funny and painful captures on this site.

If This Is What Life Is All About I Want My Money Back

2008-08-22T22:50:00.005+03:00

Last weekend one of my workmates got married.

Yesterday he got killed in a traffic accident.

Life sucks.

Feels Like Home

2008-08-10T09:22:00.000+03:00

One More Conversation Like This And I'm Going To Get Myself A Mail-Order Wife

2008-08-04T19:55:00.005+03:00

Me: My life is quite busy right now. I'm still unpacking stuff after the move.

Person: Oh wow.. Good luck with everything! Where exactly did you two move?

Me: Within the same city. And there's no two of us anymore. It's just me. And the cat.

Person: Oh no.. Sorry..

Me: It's okay. Honestly.

Oh and I'm just kidding about the mail-order thing. Obviously.

G E N E S I S

2008-08-03T13:47:00.001+03:00

First ~~God made heaven & earth~~ I rented a moving van and brought all of my belongings into my new apartment.

The ~~earth~~ new apartment was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and ~~the Spirit of God~~ the cat was moving over the ~~face of the waters~~ endless piles of boxes that contained my life.

And ~~God~~ I said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. And ~~God~~ I saw that the light was good; and ~~God~~ I separated the light from the darkness. ~~God~~ I called the light ~~Day~~ Living room, and the darkness he I called ~~Night~~ Bedroom. And there was evening and there was morning, one day.

And ~~God~~ I said, "Let there be a firmament in the ~~midst of the waters~~ bathroom, and let it separate the ~~waters~~ shower from the ~~waters~~ litter box." And ~~God~~ I made the firmament and separated the waters which were ~~under~~ behind the firmament from the ~~waters~~ grains of cat litter which were ~~above~~ on the other side of the firmament. And it was so. And ~~God~~ I called the firmament ~~Heaven~~ Shower Curtain. And there was evening and there was morning, a ~~second~~ third day.

To be continued...

Hedgehog Sent Me A Link

2008-08-01T08:41:00.002+03:00

This is who I am:

Take the test

It's scarily accurate, by the way...

I'll Keep You Posted - If I Can

2008-08-01T03:20:00.001+03:00

Sparkle: *half asleep on the hospital bed* So how did you get here this time?

Me: Oh.. I decided to be a bit of a bore and simply took a bus that comes straight here.

Sparkle: Bus 109?

Me: Yeah. So no adventures with gazillions of trains and buses this time. Next time I might come by a helicopter.

Sparkle: Okay. Well, I think there’s a landing spot for those somewhere in the area.

Me: Oh right, there probably is. Although they would probably require for my head to be detached from my body before I could use one of their helicopters..

Sparkle: True. But you could use your own private helicopter.

Me: Oh, of course! I could take one of them.

Sparkle: One for each day..

Me: Exactly. I'm just your average student - with seven helicopters and two apartments. *wink*

I'll be giving away one of the apartments today. They say it might take up to five weeks before my Internet connection is going to do the same and follow me to my new home. So, considering that no less than 117%* of my social life is based on emails and instant messages, this could be seen as the equivalent of the world coming to an end.

*My mathematical skills? Phenomenal.

Right-Handed - Left-Eyed

2008-07-27T19:07:00.000+03:00

Pick a spot in the distance. Any spot. No, not the cute dog walking along the street. A spot that doesn't move. Got it? Good.

Now, form a circle with your thumb and index finger and center the spot you just chose inside the circle. Keep staring at the spot.

Next, close your left eye. Do you notice a change? How about when you close your right eye?

The point of this nonsensical test is to find out which one of your eyes is the dominant one. If your chosen spot appeared to move when you closed your right eye, then your right eye is the dominant one.

According to Science Made Simple, 80% of people are right-eyed.

I'm left-eyed. How about you?

In The Mail Today

2008-07-23T16:15:00.008+03:00

This is by far the best piece of junk mail I have ever received:

[Click to enlarge]

And just for the record, I don't know who Leanne is. Yet. *wink*

When The Cat's Away...

2008-07-22T20:00:00.000+03:00

Coffee break.

Elmer: My tongue hurts.

Me: Oh.. Ouch.. Why?

Elmer: The boss is away. There is no ass licking to be done.

His weird sense of humor never ceases to surprise me.
And always makes me laugh.

A Virtual Visit - Nothing Like Reality

2008-07-20T17:40:00.000+03:00

I may be prone to exaggerations and understatements but this time I think I managed to cross paths with realism for a moment or two and after a couple of days of intensive drawing and shameless cursing I managed to come up with a reasonably good representation of my new apartment. I think.

After several attempts with Corel Painter X and IKEA's clever design studio (which has been built to crash every two minutes, thank you ever so much) I came across with this friendly looking software.

And undeniably, the Sweet Home 3D software was able to turn my boring floor plan into the sweetest little virtual home I have ever seen. It was like Sims - with less excitement.

Anyhow, this is what the actual floor plan came to look like:

Doesn't really look like anything, does it? No worries. We can throw realism out of the window and take a walk inside the apartment. Let's start from the front door:

And no, my new home isn't situated on top of a light green grass field nor does the sky always look blue like that - but one can dream, right?

It's time to step in.

You may leave your jacket in the wardrobe but be sure to keep your shoes on - there is obviously grass growing inside the apartment as well.

Let's move on. First, the bedroom:

Nothing much there. Simply a bed that doesn't exist - accompanied by a shelf that I don't yet have.

The kitchen will surely be more interesting:

Here we can see the best weight loss strategy since the invention of food: spider-like thingies on top of one's stove - guaranteed to make your appetite go away before you even start cooking. Unfortunately my apartment doesn't have those. Bummer.

And can you see that door? Of course you can. It leads to the balcony. Yes, an actual balcony. Yay!

But since fresh air is grossly overrated we are going to stay inside. Welcome to my living room:

Feel free to sit on the sofa before we continue our tour around the residence.

Next stop: the bathroom.

Remember to keep your eyes off the walls. Staring at the floor will help you avoid getting blinded by the whiteness.

It's time to move on again. And look at that.. How awfully convenient. It's the front door all over again:

Thanks for the visit. And don't forget your jacket! I might sell it to the highest bidder.

I Lead Such A Sad, Sad Life

2008-07-20T16:48:00.003+03:00

The following evidence goes to prove the above statement

#1: I used the Stumble! button on my browser to get to a random website. It took me to this place:

#2: The first thing I noticed was this box:

#3: I couldn't resist giving it a try:

I need to get a life. Seriously.

And a washing machine.

Which, according to Sternest, would be the same as "Shh! New magician."

Identical Twins Or Just Distant Cousins?

2008-07-19T08:44:00.004+03:00

This is what I saw last weekend:

And this is what Wikipedia has seen:

This Week In The World of UnsureExposure

2008-07-18T16:21:00.003+03:00

I have learned to travel by train - and it took a couple of tries before I got it right.

I have spent an evening sharing thoughts about the global fresh water shortage.

I have stayed up 'til the wee hours of the night talking about ants and termites.

I have driven 80 kph on a road with a speed limit of 40 kph.*

I have come home after dark.

I have made a new friend.

*In case that's illegal, this blog is entirely fictional.

Just A Random Photo From Last Weekend To Keep You Entertained

2008-07-17T19:29:00.004+03:00

The Shortest Route...

2008-07-14T19:32:00.004+03:00

...is getting shorter:

Journey Planner for Cycling

I Can Barely Wait For The Wedding

2008-07-13T14:39:00.000+03:00

If finding an apartment is like falling in love, buying one is like proposing on your first date and agreeing not to see each other until the wedding. ~David Sedaris

Trivial Pursuit - The Blonde Edition

2008-07-08T19:58:00.000+03:00

Blonde Girl: Name a mammal species that can fly.

Even Blonder Girl: Err...monkey?

Blonde Girl: What? Monkey?! No... Since when did monkeys know how to fly? They meant bats.

Even Blonder Girl: Oh right... Bats. Yeah. I thought they meant a species that can fly a plane.

Blonde Girl: ???

Blonde moments like that leave me speechless...

I Had Plans For Tonight...

2008-07-01T20:29:00.001+03:00

...but occasionally people catch the flu. And occasionally it's not me. So instead of actually having a social life *gasp* I ended up staying home, taking pictures of my new pet snails.

Yes, I've got a new snail. Or two. Or...ahem...seven.

They may or may not be amber snails.

[Succinea putris?]

This Day That Comes Right After Weekends - Do We Really Need It?

2008-06-30T19:38:00.000+03:00

Instant messaging after bedtime:
0 €

Text messaging in the wee hours of the night:
0,079 €/message

Being late for work due to accidentally sleeping in after staying up all night:
~~PRICELESS~~
10,49 €/hour

I. Hate. Mondays.

Pages From The Family Album

2008-06-29T15:36:00.000+03:00

Twelve years later you have become a beauty yourself:

Happy birthday my little furry friend!

O U C H

2008-06-27T16:07:00.005+03:00

Do you know that feeling when you hurt yourself just a bit but decide to ignore it because it's probably nothing - only to find out that it actually is a lot more than nothing? Well, it happened to me today.

I was checking out a tree trunk that someone had pushed down a chimney on one of the grilling places we take care of. Just imagine someone climbing on the roof with a pine trunk and forcing it down the chimney so that it hits the actual grill beneath the chimney. Obviously the trunk needed to be removed so I lifted it to see how heavy it was. Not too heavy but practically impossible to move to any direction.

As I placed the trunk back to its original position I managed to leave one of my fingers between the trunk and the top of the grill. Smart, huh? It hurt a bit but not enough to cause concern. Or so I thought. I kept playing with the tree trunk for a little bit longer but had to stop after I realized that the pain in my finger wasn't subsiding as fast as I expected. I decided to be a wuss and instead of trying to live with the pain I stopped for a moment to take off my gloves. What I then saw was not too nice.

My finger still looked like a finger but there was blood. Lots of it. And since I didn't think I actually caught my finger in anything sharp I wasn't expecting it to have any kind of cuts. Bruises perhaps but definitely not cuts.

I kept staring at my finger trying to decided whether I needed help or not. I was bleeding quite a bit and there was a nasty piece of skin hanging loose - the pine trunk had completely peeled the tip of my finger. At this point I thought it was best to inform my workmates of what had happened. Their reactions were colourful.

While The Boss was half-jokingly yelling for someone to call an ambulance and Hedgie kept holding her stomach in an attempt not to throw up, Root calmly went to search for our first aid kit that was somewhere inside ~~the messiest truck in existence~~ our truck. Upon finding the said kit she grabbed my hand, helped me clean the wound by cutting off some of the loose skin and then placed a bandage around my finger tip with the kind of precision even a brain surgeon would envy.

[It looks even worse in real life]
[It's surprisingly difficult for a right-handed person to take photos of their right hand with their left hand using a right-handed camera]

Not A Girly Girl But A Girl Nonetheless

2008-06-26T17:47:00.002+03:00

At work, within close proximity to our car:

Four-year-old boy: Are you a girl?

Me: *amused* Yes, I'm a girl.

Boy: Are you a girl?

Me: *less amused, more confused* Yes, I'm a girl.

Boy: Are you a girl?

Me: Yes. I am a girl. *identity crisis*

Boy: But...but... *real confusion* But I thought women aren't allowed to drive a truck.

Me: *sigh of relief followed by laughter* Of course women are allowed to drive a truck.

Boy: Bomber bikes too?

Me: Those too. *smile*

At some point during that deep and philosophical conversation I almost got worried that I have suddenly lost such a huge portion of whatever kind of femininity I may have possessed that it has become impossible for someone to believe that I'm a woman even if I say so. But it wasn't me in the end... It was just the fact that some men become chauvinists already at a very young age...which might actually be the most worrisome thing of all.