"If you need to do it, just do it!"

We had sex last night. We had GREAT sex last night. I had almost forgotten how good SEX we could have. Always too busy and stressed to think what kinda fun and games one could have instead of doing what one is supposed to be doing. We seem to be performing the daily tasks instead of living - sad state. Typical Finnish and Protestant, but blatantly non-religious work morals at play.

I blame the Russians for this for no logical reason. Just a snuff of polonium 210. I blame the weather for this: gray and grim, dark and damp, lifeless and preservative, penniless skies. I blame the wolves for not stricking back when the fire arms are being aimed at. I blame Bush for being an idiot. And Bush Sr for conceiving an idiot. Maybe I should start raising funds for a brain transplant for Jr? There are millions of pigs whose toffee coloured matter will do a better job...

I feel so lucky that I am not HIV positive. In my case it could easily have been otherway round. And in my petty little ego-centrid heart in this crazy world steering determinedly to global ecocatastrophe I feel mountains of tearful sympathy piling up for those who are. Life is a miracle, my Prescious One!

Oh, isn't it fantastic, that I have such a HUNKY husband who begs for sex relentlessly, especially when I least feel like it. One of the latest researches states that women with small kids are often lacking sexual desire. Who could have guessed, indeed! If there is a greedy miniature person requesting for instant gratification suckling one tit and twisting the other for 6 years total, the nipples somehow seem to loose their appetite.

BTW isn't it glorious, that I have such a BRIALLIANT husband who actually was able to change his mind. I am allowed to shave my head after all. There is still a most frightening threat hanging though. He might start growing his beard again. It's not the beard but constant picking that drives you mad. And there are no hands free accessories or other remedies for that.

In this merry land of suicides and self-indulgent serial killers I regard it as a nice publicity stunt to look like a potential transsexual lesbian couple with three minors. Which might come handy for an artist. Getting old and growing gray hair in alternating parts and quantities on your body is fun -no matter what they say, eh!

PS. He is extremely hardworking, unlike me. He is also better looking. Sean Connorry would be jealous of those hairy and muscular legs.

Serial killer in Sacred Suburbia

Besides Art Andy and Merja have successfully created pink meaty babies to this world in recent years.

In private sector Merja is trying to establish a career as a serial killer, but not had the courage to come out of the cupboard yet. Is she going to find her true self, or is she going to drown into the wine glass?

"I did practise my art yesterday though, by killing an insect as a mere excercise. Viciously snatching a bee into a splash of yellow gue and broken wings. My children were respectively horrified about the act and wondered of the true nature of something not being alive any more. Such an exciting moment that was with naked feelings of horror and joy with our honeybunnies fresh from the bath and circus school!"

Back at last....?

Welcome to Meat n 2 veg - Meetfactory's (aka Merja and Andy) return to the online world. We've been trying to "find time" to relaunch our website meetfactory.com for about 5 years now....but 3 kids later, well it just doesn't happen (yet at least). So you'll find us here for the time being.

As we currently have an exhibition of our work (video installations, robots, inflatables) at the Wäinö Aaltonen Museum in Turku, Finland, I'll be posting some photos from that later, as well as other stuff that we're up to.