Keeps Getting Petter And Petter

Tampere Kuplii 2017! / Feels exotic to be able to afford the train. A four hour trip feels like nothing! // Comic Finlandia prize went to Voro (The Thief) by Janne Kukkonen. / But art! / War! / Cows! / Tut-tut, you’ve been conditioned to think less of less high-brow comics! / I was so sure of Kannas (The Isthmus) by Hanneriina Moisseinen winning that I was utterly perplexed. // Rationally thinking, of course, The Thief is an extremely well-executed and visually coherent an adventure. Congrats, Janne! / Look at you fuckin’ reading all this artsy shit and ending up drawing about furries drinking booze and making poop jokes. Lol!

Saturday in zine sale: // (12-13-year-old anime kids) / (One of their friends who forgot to eat, drink and/or breathe) // Hey! // Please take your friend to the event organizers. // I saw you from back there. For a moment I thought you were manhandling that kid! // Nixu the child abuser! Oooh!

I managed to schedule my lunch break so inconveniently that I missed all the interesting panels. / Then again all of the panelists were my friends and acquaintances so I probably hear about their projects and thoughts all the time anyway. // Kirnupiimä Kuplii in Pispala Library! / I’m moving out of my hometown for real. I have to start everything all over again in Tampere. I feel so damn melancholic. I owe this to myself to do something big and radical in my life. I’m scared and sad. I feel homeless. // So I went to Artturi to see Jukka Takalo live and had a few beers with people from Oulu. / (Oulu dialect gibberish) // It’s a good thing there are so many people from Oulu living in Tampere so I won’t miss Snooker Time Pub, Toripolliisi statue or garlic ice cream too much. / (even more Oulu dialect gibberish)

(Hangover) // Autograph, please? // My idiot gut reaction says: / Why would Kaisa Leka the great artist want an autograph by little old Niko-Petteri from the block? / But my rational mind intruded: / Comic artists are not celebrities but rather a bunch of bullied nerds with book deals. / I dunno, that sounded kinda harsh. Anyway. // I checked out my friend’s apartment in Kaleva region to see if I could become their roommate for the summer. // Then I took the liminal space also known as the train to one un-home back to another un-home. / Monday marked the beginning of my last week at work. Next week I’ll get my degree certificate. SPRING.

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Psst, guys! My new zine is available in Tampere 16.-19.3. wherever you might catch me!

Tampere Kuplii (Tampere-talo yms)

Kirnupiimä Kuplii (Pispalan kirjasto, lauantai 18.3.)

Tryer (Vastavirta, perjantai 17.3.)

(Kulttuurivoimala job certificate) (Välitila) (Degree certificate from school) // I have no reason to move, nor do I have a reason not to. / Ei duunia, ei koulua, ei kinosta, ei vituta. // I don’t want to get stuck in here. / To think too much. To stall. / ”I’ll move next month, or in autumn! Just to wait out the long lines in social security!” / (1000 years later)

Hiya! I’m broke, lazy and messy. I love living in my own filth and avoid doing any work whatsoever. / OTTAKAA MUT DUUNIIN.

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Geez, this is going to be one heck of a Movie Moment! So cute it’s gross! // (Like an hour later:) / Sons-of-bitches lost my luggage! / AGH. / So we went to buy groceries!

Robbie was head over heels about the exotic Finland. / There’s all kinds of gluten-free stuff here! / British coffee is gross and bland! / Especially the hypermarket next door and Juhla-Mokka coffee. // Kissy kissy cuddly cuddly. / Then we made out, ew, yuck.

We had big plans indeed. // But then we ended up eating out, shopping for stuff, and making a roadtrip to Liminka. / Behold my ort art school. / Cool. / (All cars are hat-shaped Lada mobiles!) // We also watched a shit-ton of movies.  // And you didn’t even come to see me! / Although you lived right next door! Sniff! / Ya big old meanies! / Sorry, Toripolliisi. I forgot.

A few days earlier: / Oh, I’ll have a foreign guest too! They’re French. // We’re kind of in looove. / Sounds dangerous as hell. // Why, I would never have the guts or the skills to try any lovey-dovey shit with someone who lives thousands of miles away! No ma’am! // Robbie’s coming back in a few months. Oops.

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