Can it now be cranks up the CO2 emissions time pleas?

While flying somewhere over Poland a few days back, the pilot suddenly announced that we were going to be late from our destination, since there was a bit of a headwind outside, slowing us down. Nothing too bad, just 300+ km/h.

In Italy it was raining horizontally and lightning flashes filled the skies, though the temperature hung above 20 degrees every day. ("No, I don't want to buy your stupid umbrella, mr. street vendor #502. The water is coming in from all directions! What? Oh, really? Only 5 euros? Well, you see that bar over there? How about I go in there and give that money to the nice gigolo guy behind the counter instead and wait the storm out nurturing a pint of Guinness?") Returning to Finland last night I found out that the winter had let itself in while I had my back turned. It's a blizzard-land out there right now, and even though it makes some of my more winter sports oriented colleagues feel funny in their pee-pee place, I rather curl up in my cozy living room sofa, enjoy a wee bit of Bailey's and read Charles Stross's Halting State, a novel that a geek like me really cannot not like.

It seems that I missed my shot at evading the white, cold stuff this year. Oh well.

Also, business meetings in Italy are pretty much like this.

All the wrong destinations

Business trips are a lot like relationships. You miss them, when you haven't had any for a while, but when you do, you suddenly remember again, why you stopped having them in the first place.

I found myself a flu, which means that whenever a plane lands (with me on it), my ears start bleeding. Between the trip to the capital I just returned home from half an hour ago and the trip to Rome I'm departing for two days from now, I have six cases of let's-suddenly-drop-down-from-12-kilometers-wheeeee marked on my schedule. Good times.

Oh, and my departure to New Zealand has been pushed back to late November-ish. I am mostly okay with it, as I now have more time to finish everything on the home front, but it also means that I'll have to move my long-planned holiday in Japan from the start of this journey to its end, sometime in early June next year. Fakku desu.

Prologue

Me: "Hello?"
She: "Blah blah blah it purchases a new internet connection mega discount package?"
Me: "No."
She: "Sure? It's every bit as shitty as your current connection, just more expensive. Promise."
Me: "I'm moving out from my apartment."
She: "So you use smoke signals in your new place?"
Me: "New place behind a big ocean."
She: "Holy shit."
Me: "Yes."
She: "Bye then, you glorious stud." *click*

From Finland to New Zealand.
It's like Doctor Snuggles' digging machine's controls jammed and it burrowed right through the planet.
With me on board.
lolNZ, the proud son of lolChina.
I'm very bad at settling down, it seems.
Departure delayed once already, current estimate: 15.11.2008.

Stay tuned to piggyback on my unreasonably critical record on things that I step on on the way.