the Finnish threat is safely gone

Dear Gentle Reader,

At the time of the last posting we had a Finn arriving and anxieties were running high.  

Your Heroine, your Hero, and even your humble scribe were worried about precipitation here in Hong Kong and its resulting effects on our guest.  

Both wolfsbane and garlic were being stockpiled for fear of another Lordi incident just in case "the Finn" received insufficient visual stimulation due to rain and visibility levels.

Up until "the Finn" was on the express train to the airport, having already checked into his flight to return home to Singapore (wow, Hong Kong has the best airport ever), the weather held admirably.  

Now, of course, we have received an official strong monsoon warning, an amber rainstorm warning, a thunderstorm warning, and notice that the rainpersimmons will be trying to batter through the windows, again (see Update No. 7, when the rainpersimmons came armed, or Update No. 5 on the initial appearance of the rainpersimmons).

Your humble scribe thinks that the weather gods were just as worried about Finnish forms and norms (see the previous post, Prayers for no rain; the Finnish threat, and Lordi) (or the picture above) as everyone else in our home was.

Now, a couple of you doubted the seriousness of the Lordi threat.  

"Gentle scribe", you wrote me, "How dangerous can Finns be?  They are from Finnland!".  (Please note, gentle reader, that fish are from Finnland while Finns are from Finland.  I know.  It seems nonsensical to your humble scribe also. Once again the obscurities of English are laid bare for all to see.) 

"As long as you don't ask Finns to sing, try to take their beer, or deny them their sauna, they are mostly harmless, aren't they?" the innocent ones amongst you queried me.  

Ask the Russians is all I say.  

Look what happened the last time Finland thought the world wasn't paying enough attention to them and to Finland's corporate wunderkind, Nokia...  

Finland unleashed the monstrous brainpower of Matti Makkonen and he invented SMS technology (text messaging on cell phones/mobiles/handies/dagedas/choose-your-linguistic-preference). 

Now I cannot get through an hour without having my bum starting to buzz and sing as people send my cell phone text messages.  

Beware the Finns, is all I can say.

Our Finn had a swallow's nest ripped from a wall, boiled, and then strained so that we could all sample bird's nest soup.  

Quite nice, really, although it did raise an interesting moral question...

Is "Bird's Nest Soup" vegetarian or not?  

I mean, there is no meat involved...  

No bird is necessarily harmed in its preparation...

In fact, it is better if the bird is free to fly away to spit up on grass and make another new nest for another soup another day...

So, is "Bird's Nest Soup" vegetarian or not?

Anyways, all remained safe with the world, and most especially with your Heroine, your Hero, and your humble scribe.  

But, I must admit, we did take some precautionary measures.  

We fed "the Finn" a fair bit of vegetarian fare, thinking that if you are what you eat, "The Finn" would become docile like a lamb.  

No jokes about being a vegetable if you eat vegetables, since we do that a lot here in our home.

And with that, your humble scribe has to go lavish some attention on his Vegetable Queen, your Heroine, Regina, and upon your Hero, the ferociously napping Pommes, now that the Finnish threat is gone.

Tschuess,

Your humble scribe, your relaxed Heroine, and your sleeping Hero