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I'll write this one in english, 'cause I need that excersize. Today I realized my messy english during monday meeting. Where? At Imag! Those Nordic Guys really know how to dish a nice office: This morning we had breakfast during meeting and everybody was passing the sandwiches around, we have Tom Vac chairs in the kitchen, everybody sports a Powerbook, all those nice magazines fly around, you just have to grab yours, we've got kahvi en masse (but where's the freakin' pulla?) and everyones got a really healthy looking work space: So much junk dumped on the desks, it's hard to find the cinema display. And I like my colleagues there. Everyones really nice though I'm not speaking finnish yet (at a publisihng company for magazines!) I think I feel quite comfy here. I didn't spend too much time in the office, since I had my first mission: taking Polaroids from 3 cafés reviewed in the coming Viini magazine. In the last café the owner (nice guy - I wonder if he does anything else, than relaxing the whole day at his place :) pulled me over and whispered: "No problem with the polaroids but that guy there in the corner? You see the Hell's Angels badge on his jeans vest? Don't take a photo of him."

Did I mention I'm a real man now? You know with all that "me go out, get food"-thing going on? Yesterday evening I caught a fish on my own! I got Paavos fishing rod, a worm and got my fish in no time. (compared to the others). Pikku Paavo went fishing the whole day and he didn't catch a single fish. Me man now *grunt*! But still I rather go to Hesburger than cut a fish's throat on my own.

Girls and electronics... Here's a useful object coming handy next summer at your local 'baggersee'. A Bikini equipped with photovoltaic pannels and a USB plug. She won't avoid any tanlines, that's for shure, but your electronic gadgetery will run all day long. Hold up though, you don't want to get wet in this one.

[via notcot]