T Fox meets a film genius, who thinks women's eyes just suck you in

Why did you start to do films?
I didn't want to just watch films, so I bought a camera and started doing my own. That simple.

How do you finance your films?
I don't.

How have you met all the famous people, like Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol and Yoko Ono?
I've no particular interest in famous people. They all have come to me.

Have you got any favourite Hollywood film makers?
Yes. If you have to sit at your computer all the day, your body needs action too. I love action films.
I've seen John Wayne movies 40 times each. I watch them. I forget them immediately. I watch the again. It' so refreshing.

Do you know any Finnish film makers?
Not particularly.
But you are so lucky, you know, you are the only ones who won Soviet Union.

What is your method?
I'm interested in happiness. I leave depression and sadness to the others. I want
to catch the fleeting moments of everyday happiness, which people don't pay attention to, because everyone seeks for drama.

Have you got any goals in your life? Dreams?
No.

So you just go with the flow?
I've got feet on the ground. I don't go with the flow, you know, I'm not a fish.

Who?

Greetings from Stejar and Eiseemi!

We have moved.
Our new address is:
Superloner


---------------EDIT--------------
No no no no no, we have't moved!
The robots and turtles were suddenly so grown up, I gave them a new shiny flat of their own, so they can do robot-y and turtlesy things.
The Fox family stays in this scruffy fox earth.

Purity Rant

Whilst the New Superlon boils and bubbles, I have time for a purity rant.

For an entire week I have been somewhat slightly confused about my imaginary image of the blogosphere. I've been blue-eyed* thinking of an idealistic equality and the freedom of speech, but obviously how wrong have I been. I have noticed some certain hints about discrimination, contempt and naive schoolgirlish/-boyish bullying, but that has never happened to me before, or possibly I have just been blindfolded.

I have been reading one blog, not so regularly, but from time to time, because my friend links to it. I had never commented anything, because I constantly have this underlying fear of my flimsy capability of English speaking. Last Thursday I made a decision to comment and so I did. You might not believe, but it was a very ordinary and short comment. Nothing hasty and nonsensical like I usually scribble. Later I made another visit and saw that the owner of the blog had deleted my comment without saying anything. Hmph.

Actually that wasn't a rant. Yesterday I participated a demonstration, which was nice, civilized, quiet, arty and aesthetical. Hmph.

Speaking of purity, I want this, please. I can't afford it. Hmph.






* blue-eyed [sinisilmäinen] in Finnish means naiveness