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Halme Polvinen Family Collective. You will all be assillymated

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I have just returned home from the latest insta-Marvin experiment. It was OK’ish occasion with ensuing hilarity the later it got and more alcohol was imbibed. I don’t really think we actually "made" an ish, but a fair try nevertheless. We (as in Vesa and I) we’re the Last Defenders of Camelot, as he cleverly lured me into staying my welcome. Thus i was forced to take a cab. Which turned into a little adventure.

Wait, you haven’t heard it yet. When I say little, I mean little.

Here’s the thing: The queue was somewhat long-looking but actually a rather short one as I did get a cab fairly soon. Only I realised soon that I wasn’t alone in the car. This blonde, squiggly-haired woman had decided that for some reason this was her taxi. Despite my utterances of: "she’s not with me" and "can’t you make her leave?", the driver just sat quietly, doing nothing. I could’ve stepped out, but I was tired and just wanted to go home. I asked from the lady, where she was going. "Siilitie."

Great. As in not even near Casa Tali, but pretty much the opposite side of Helsinki. More coaxing, less action. She stayed, the driver did nothing. So I said "home address" and away we went.

She kept muttering to herself. Curse, foul, four-letter. "Wherearewe? Wherearewegoingto?" (perhaps)

By the time we arrived at Casa Tali, she was muttering more, apparently about how the world is a shitty place and everything is pretty much f***ed up. Indeed. I took my purse and counted a sum to the next full € and proclaimed: "Here’s the money. Either I pay to this (nimcompoop) driver the lot, or I give you this and you can continue your merry way. OK?" The last was more or less pointed towards the driver, who nodded vaguely and may have even mumbled something positive. I didn’t care.

I stepped out and headed home. As I said, not very exciting.

Yesterday was also the birthday of Robert E. Howard. Happy 99th, Bob!

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