Maybe everything would be different had I acted on my impulse. Maybe I wouldn’t be sitting in this little office room in our yellow house, for example.
Maybe I’d have another job, maybe I would wear a suit every day, and not just on days when I want to pretend to be a guy who wears suits to work, like today. Maybe I wouldn’t have seen the Life of Brian, and maybe I still couldn’t tell the Spice Girls apart.
This is where the countdown ends. Not at zero, but at number one. Here are the number one stories posted on the site in 2014. Thanks, see you next year.
» Attempt at humor: “Nick of Time”
» True fiction: “Good day, Mrs. Sunshine”
Here are the stories that will take over as stories of the year should the number one stories not be able to deliver.
» Attempt at humor: “A Top 10 list”
» True Fiction: “This is how I role (model)”
Oooooooh, we’re halfway theeere. Number 3.
» Attempt at humor: “University of Hockey”
» True Fiction: “My girl”
The countdown continues. Yes, there’s more: here’s number four.
» Attempt at humor: “A guide to understanding Finns”
» True Fiction: “Me, Superhero”
Will there be a countdown of the best stories on ristopakarinen.com this year, you ask? The answer if yes. The same procedure as every year. Starting on Dec 27, I’ll publish the top stories of the year. This year’s categories are True Fiction and Attempts at Humor. (New entries will be published at 2:02 pm CET each day).
And without further ado, here are the stories that finished in the fifth place.
» Attempt at humor: “Tommy’s mistake”
» True Fiction: “Watch this“
The moment you’ve been waiting for: The Top 10 entries on 2013. Here they are, by category, but in no particular order. Enjoy, and see you in 2014. Happy New Year!
The gulls have taken over the market square. They’re everywhere, feasting on the remains of the day on the ground. There’s peas, strawberries, cloudberries, potatoes, Vietnamese food, pancakes. Donuts. Or parts of them, tiny parts of them.
The market square, the heart of the city, is now asleep. One of the cafés on the square has closed for the day, their red chairs stacked up outside their little house a sure sign of it, leaving nothing for interpretation. The other one is only half-full, when just two hours earlier they both had been packed and people had shuffled the chairs in new constellations as everybody wanted to fit under the shade.
I suppose that when you grow up in a country that has only two TV channels and no programming between midnight and 4 pm, films become a big thing and going to movies even bigger.
The first movie that made an impression on me was Escape to Witch Mountain. The 1975 version, not the 1995 version which I made Wife watch just as we had started dating, thinking it was the 1975 version, my version, the movie that explained my love for harmonica, and by extension, for Huey Lewis.
It was not. We did watch the entire movie, with me first complaining about how I didn’t seem to remember anything, and then about the poor quality of the re-make.
So this is Xmas, and what have you done?
Last year, I published a Best of the Millennium list here, delighted to see that I had 40 entries on the list. This year, I only have nine, but that’s fine, considering I made it a Top 9 list.
I’ll post a link to an archived blog entry every day between today and Christmas Eve. (That’s why it’s a Top 9 list). Consider it your R-advent calendar. Hope you like it. Tell your friends.
And without further ado … Nummmbbeeerrrr niiiiiiiiiiine: