WARNING: PotC rant ahead, feel free to skip.
Bloody hell, maybe getting into the PotC
fandom was a wrong move because I've become such a shipper that I will probably scream bloody murder and throw waffles at the screen if Will and Elizabeth are going to have another of those sickening happily-ever-after goddamn Disney fairytale endings.
Okay, maybe not a shipper (although have no doubt, I'm a so-called Sparrabether through and through), more like an anti-W/E shipper. Those two are just so... wrong. And uninteresting. And mismatched. And wrong. I'd rather have her end up with James (no, really. Norrie is love <3). Or Gibbs. Or Barbossa. Or Jack the Monkey.
C'mon. He's a whelp. She's a bloody Pirate Queen.
*takes several deep breaths to calm down* Okay, here's to hoping the ending really will
be surprising/unpredictable, bittersweet (and not in "Oh, I wub u forevah, Will, my beloved honey-pumpkin, but we can't be together because you're the Captain of the Flying Dutchman
so we can only see each other once in 10 years so I'll stay here on some remote island playing a nice little faithful housewife raising our son, William III." way, because that just sucks) and kick-ass.
Ted, Terry, Jerry, Gore. I have faith in you. Please don't let me down.
Okay, rant over. Whew.
That boy is haunting my dreams again. Or still. Why?
He made a cameo again last night. He wasn't really present in the dream but he was mentioned, which is quite weird as the dream was mostly about me and Ella and Valtsu touring with Finntroll for some weird reason. At some point, by the way, I ended up on the stage playing bass and Ella playing keyboards.
As I said, weird. (And no, Suvi, Vreth wasn't there. I only remember Routa and Skrymer and Wilska who was in the audience.)
Hmm, I think I remember something else about that dream as well. It had places I've seen in my dreams before. Like that little dell full of yellow irises (only without the irises this time) by a small lake that I once found in a dream where I was road-tripping through North Karelia with suomigoth
. And that country road passing through some fields where I walked once with Tuomas, near the house with the garden where I had been sitting next to some berry bushes and talking with his mother.
My dreams are strange.
In addition to strange dreams, my life has been quite uneventful lately (I've been mostly sitting home playing Baldur's Gate II
), save the previous couple of weekends.
On the Saturday the 14th (yeah, not exactly Friday the 13th) I went with Ella to see a Tarot gig to Old Texas. Although I'm quite a Tarot newbie, I admit, I enjoyed the gig (even though some brilliantly intelligent person decided to throw their beer on me). It also seems like mine and Ella's gig mojo returned as after the show some drunken fella in his thirties made it his holy quest to get us the guys' autographs. I feel quite sorry for the poor guys as the fella was rather persistent-bordering-irritating. No wonder Zachary was apparently feeling a bit grumpy.
But Marco. Dude, if Zac's rather temperamental, the little bro is the embodiment of good-natured Zen.
And if said embodiment of good-natured Zen comes to you with a goofy drunken smile, opens his arms and says: "Let's hug!", you don't argue. :D Marco rocks.
Another event was Åbo By Night
last weekend. What a brilliant concept: a WoD larp where the vampires express themselves by... singing karaoke!
We were only extras, playing quickly made up mortal goth youths. I put my Karelian dialect in practice again by playing a folklore student from Joensuu. It was fun.
The members of the Brujah clan were naturally loud, fun-loving metal fans and at one point they performed Hevimies
together. And I shall never forget how the Prince of Turku (a fancy-pants Toreador himself) got up to the stage and performed Tsingis-Khan
Oh, and good news! If I'm lucky, I should have internet in my own flat within a week!
So maybe I'll see you around again sooner than you think. Now I'm off to home.