We are brothers of the north (Amon Amarth - Guardians Of Asgaard)

Christmas day.

Woke up to a thundering storm. It was alright, not a terrible hangover. Coffee to get the day going. Some music.

Thought of watching a Buster Keaton movie marathon (5 films) on the telly, but only managed to see the first one, a short movie 'Cops' (1922) because it was becoming a beautiful day and I wanted to test out how my hurt knee is doing. So I went for a run. Ran something like 5 kilometres and did some muscle exercises. It was kind of fun. Clouds begun to accumulate, another storm on the way, so I went back home.

I am a drunken sot (Richard Thompson - Auldie Riggs)

It's Christmas Eve. I'm not overly christmassy, definitely not religious. Glad of the few holidays. I was a bit hangover in the morning (bits whisky & wine yesterday), but managed to do some early shopping (coffee beans, beer, apple juice, toothpicks, cat food) before the stores closed.

My ex visited and she gave me a present (a cooking pan + spatula). I gave her some items.

I opened my other presents which included a belt, a shirt and aftershave.

That sort of x-mas. I also watched a movie of Columbian drug lord Pablo Escobar and started another movie, a horror thing of werewolves, can't remember the title.

Took a sauna.

Some beer and wine. Music. 

Can't wait for Saturday and tons of football games on the telly. At Sunday I go to work.

So high above, it all looks the same (Immolation - What They Bring)

I'm contemplating have I something to say. Haven't been here for some time that's fucking sure. Lots have happened, or I don't know. I'm going through a dental work-out. So, that's different. Still working, that's pretty alright. And despite little damage on my right knee, I'm still playing football. Listening to music. Drinking wine, beer, pisco and whisky. Been drinking wine each day really, even on my diet/fasting days (thrice a week!). But the alcohol consumption ain't a problem. I'm sure some fucker would say that it's what we always say, but that's how it goes, go slurp your fucking tea. I do it moderately and I do it heavily, but no harm done anywhere.

The gallows' swingin' to a dead man's song (Crobot - Nowhere To Hide)

Midsummer holidays. I didn't go to the countryside, didn't drink myself senseless, didn't take a boat and take a piss, fall down into the water, drown and die. Like them most of the others this time of the year do.

No, I stayed in the city. Altogether, I guess I drank only two bottles of red wine. At Friday I had some whisky and pisco as well. During the three holidays I ran quite a lot (app. 15 kilometres), ate well (new potatoes + chicken + salad), went to see my ex, watched some movies (Red Obsession, Turist, One Chance),  played Wolfenstein The New Order which is a nazi killing game.

Of course I listened to some music as well and watched Copa Americana. Played football as well. Took it very easily and liked it to death. Particularly liked running at Saturday morning when it was raining like hell. I've always wondered why people can't stand the rain and let it bother their activities.

Betrayed by those you called your own (Infernal Majesty - Overlord)

Champions League Final 2015 evening. Juventus against FC Barcelona. To me, probably the most anticipated day of all year. It's the whole day, expecting the finale. All the minutes and hours before the kick-off are the coolest. Funny thing, the expectation of all that and especially when the players are on the tunnel, the moments before the actual game are the greatest. When the game starts, after all, it's just a football game.

Haven't decided - it's still early - what I'm going to do before the evening. I have wine ready (it's Italian), probably purchase more. I might go take a running exercise before the rain starts. Eat some. Music. Coffee. Whatever.

Update. After breakfast, went running. Did my usual route seven times which equals to over 10 kilometres. Went to a liquer store on the way home and bought couple of bottles of red wine. 9 hours until the kick-off.

Update # 2. Three hours. It's been a long wait. I've done my utmost to not open any bottles of red wine (or other alcohol) just yet. I want to remember something. So, I have taken a nap, played Fifa 2015 on PS3, watched a movie (Third Person), listened to music, played online casino and sudoku. It's F1 qualifying soon. So, the Champions League Final is just around the corner.

It's just too sad that there are lots of shit happening in the city too. I'd like to go to at least three different events, but the truth is that I'd pass my own funeral over Champions League Final. 

Smashing through the boundaries (Metallica - Battery)

I got new Merrell shoes yesterday. I tried them out this morning and went running. I ran only two times my usual route (equals to three kilometres). The shoes were alright, but just minutes before I had had a rather heavy breakfast (w/ coffee, karelian pie, bread and banana), so it just didn't feel right and I opted going home.

But anyways, already before 9 o'clock in the morning, I had had more exercise than I have on a normal work day.

Spit on the laws I made for you (Paradise Lost - Poison)

Having slight difficulties with a fasting day (3rd of the week). Not that I am hungry, but I'd kill for a drop of red wine. Fuck.

Been doing 4:3 fast for a few months now. And it's easy. All in all (in two years time whatnot) I've lost over 10 kilograms of weight, my blood pressure is better and I'm feeling fucking good. The weight loss and the slightly better results as far as blood pressure and cholesterol are considered, it's just bonus - I mean, I feel tremendously good. I can feel it.

And I like it, the whole 5:2/4:3 thing. I enjoy being hungry. It energizes me. I like the idea of eating what the fuck I want the next day. Not getting the drink the moment I need is the downside, but in the end, the whole diet thing watches my drinking as well.

Pray the day ain't poison (Townes Van Zandt - Lungs)

Sounds like yesterday's news, but it's a Sunday morning, I'm having a fasting day, I'm listening to music, drinking coffee & water, trying to annihilate a looming hangover.

I didn't drink that much yesterday. Only a bottle of wine. Some Spanish shit that was recommended to hell and back, but it was crap. I drank it anyway because the fucking thing cost 16 euros.

And that's good because I have a football practise today. And I have had football practises before when I haven't felt particularly good.

Lots of football on the telly today as well. Finnish League and Premier League. It's all said and done now where the latter is concerned, few interesting games coming up on the bottom of the table though.

Some World Cup Ice Hockey on TV too. I don't know do I bother though.

According to the music I have listened to today, I have to say I hate grunge. I fucking hate it to my guts. And I hate pop punk, weird punk and soft fucking hardcore. Fucking hate that shit. Alternative fucking music is scum of the fucking earth.

My brain sometimes intends to walk away (Entombed - Insanity's Contagious)

It's April already. I contemplate of changing the font.

Fasting day. Drinking coffee and water, killing the last remaining bits of red wine I drank yesterday. Pretty good the new wine I found, Spanish Durius. Cheap but amazingly brilliant little red. 

Been listening to music an hour or so this morning. Haven't caught anything interesting.

Ain't this interesting?

I am the dark matter (Mustasch - Damn It's Dark)

A good way to completely drain your energy is having a fasting day (max 600 calories) and going running in the morning.

Which I did. I ran my usual route 5 times (app. 7 km) and I was utterly exhausted.

Drinking half a bottle of wine before going to sleep last night didn't help.

After getting my shit together, I went to a flea market and purchased a few CDs, cookies and something for the cats as well.

At home, I watched football. 

I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife (Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon)

I reckon, I have nothing to say.

I'm here just to say 'hi' I guess.

When nothing happened (Monty Python - Ralph Mellish)

February.

Sunday.

Off to work. It snows and it rains. Hopefully I still have a football practise after the Sunday shift.

Listening to music before marching in. Guatemalan coffee. A banana.

Nothing too exciting.

Wishing my whole life away (Uriah Heep - Easy Livin')

Hey, I'm going to drink myself senseless today.

And there's not much you can do about it.

Starting with Chilean Tarapacá Gran Reserva Cabernet Sauvignon 2012.

I'm also listening to music (now, that's a surprise) and once again realize how much I fucking love it. But also, I fucking hate music too. And loving to hate it. I'm disgusted of bad music. I don't understand people who listen to crappy music. Sometimes I think they are sick to their heads. And I'm probably right about it too. All that shit about everyone having their own opinion and taste of things - that's so fucking untrue that it makes me fucking sick.

You assumed were accidents, best forgotten (Nick Cave - The Curse Of Millhaven)

Today, after work, I became very happy. On my way home I went to a shop next door where I live to buy a loaf of bread and cottage cheese and at the cash register ahead of me was an old lady (age 80 - 90) buying some bread also. She poured all the coins she had from her purse on her hand and told the shop assistant to count the money that is needed because she cannot do it herself with her bad fingers. The coins were counted, turned out the lady had too little and the shop assistant told her it's 30 cents too short. Apparently the lady had no credits cards, so she became helpless as what to do. In fact, she looked terrified. With the little money she had, she only wanted some bread.

And there, like a knight in shining fucking armor, is me handing out the 30 cents. Seeing and understanding what I did, the old lady was breathless a moment or two, then grasps my shoulder, almost cries and thanks me heartily.

That made my day.

Hopefully that made her day as well.

Maybe it was a well-planned devious plan to nick my 30 cents to begin with, who knows. Maybe she'd be tailing me whole month and executed the plan the exact right moment.

Later in the evening, I finished watching the first season of True Detective. All in all, it took  me two days.

Pardon the way I stare (The Four Seasons - Can't Take My Eyes Of You)

After a pretty ordinary day at work, I went running.

I did my usual route 5 times (app. 7.5 km). It was slippery and I was a little worried that I might fall down again and do some damage to myself. Couple of times I was quite close of falling, but never did.

Once back home, after shower and quick lunch, I brewed fresh coffee, drank it and Chilean Tarapaca wine was in order. Watched one episode of Lilyhammer.

Now I'm listening to music and drinking more wine. It's quite horrible, Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons, I borrowed their best of CD because I kinda liked the Clint Eastwood movie Jersey Boys that was based on this band.

It's alright, a weekend ahead, Premier League football and whatnot.

I got one life to live, one life only (Danko Jones - Fucked Up)

It's Epiphany. Some kind of Christian holiday. Day off work. Thank God for that I guess.

I woke up early. At 5 a.m. Half a sandwich and coffee for breakfast. Been listening to music for couple of hours, doing some online window shopping. I did purchase a Harry Dolan novel called Bad Things Happen, they said it's good somewhere, crime noir shit.

It's -14 Celcius outside. 

I read an article from Guardian of a fellow someone called Graham Hughes who traveled (without using a plane) to all 201 countries on earth. Now, that sounds like a plan.

Discovered the artists Mark Kozelek and Archie Bronson Outfit.

I'm more convinced I don't like The Ramones that much. Also The Doors and Joy Division are highly overrated.

People should listen to Wesley Willis more.

After the music session, I played a couple of nice missions of Far Cry 4. Then I went running. It was still early, the sun rose up while I was still there and it was awfully goddamn amazing. It was really cold out there, but I was dressed like a cool motherfucker, so no biggie. I did my usual route six times which amounts to something like 8 kilometres. Fucking love my new Vivo barefoot shoes.  

The eagle laughed and the world grew black (Hawkwind - The Wizard Blew His Horn)

I have nothing to say just yet. I'm listening to music, it's early. Some Hawkwind popped right up and I got the idea for a headline.

I had breakfast. Coffee. And Carelian pies.

Anybody hear of plague in this town (Scott Walker - The Seventh Seal)

Wasn't supposed to be doing anything at New Year's Eve. But a friend popped by and soon we were with more friends. So it was unplanned as hell, but everything was nice and cool.

A mini-holiday. Nothing to do. Luckily there's wine and music and movies and games and things to do when there's nothing to do.

I bought 6 plates today.

And shampoo.