And since the previous post was a little bit exaggeratedly irritated — really, accusations of sheep fucking, no matter how rhetorical, are uncommon in non-irritated discourse — maybe I should post something cute and fluffy, just to dispel the suspicion that I’m organizing a Finland-wide boycott of kiwi fruit for tomorrow.
(Because that would show the New Zealanders, ha! Deny them the kiwi fruit markets of Finland and their economy’ll crumble! Crumble, I say!)
So here’s without any explanation something that would probably need explanation. Because, you know, what’s life without a few mysteries?