An apology of a post

Yeah. I know I'm not an everyday blogger. My life isn't that interesting that I have stuff to say every single day. And share with the millions that read this blog. So I decided to write this bit instead.

So, I watched Episode IV and V of Star Wars over the last couple of weeks. Noticed the apparent lack of research when it came to naming the advanced technology that those people had then. Power Converters? Stabilisers? Motivators? "We would probably hit thar great big...um...energy shield. Yeah...that's it. It's an energy shield." Someone had a brain fart there eh? And who killed fashion in the future? Were there no alternative employment opportunities? What happened to advertising flunkies like me? What happened to movies, actors and the like. But most importantly, what happened to the progeny of Britney and K-Fed? Questions the force cannot own up to.

Ok, I'll shut up lest the force smote me.

The "first post of the year" post

By the way, I still don't know what the rule on headline grammar is. Do I need a full-stop/period? Is it mixed case?
Things that have changed since the last post:
1. The year (didn't see that coming, did you).
2. My connection speed -- apparently I get a free "upgrade" to 2 MPBS thanks to BSNL's generosity. Unfortunately, my speed has only gone down since this so-called "upgrade".
3. Our team won yet another cricket match -- I did even less this time around.

That's about it. Can't think of any more.

Wicketkeeping sux0rz!~

Being cursed with a bum knee for the past couple of years, I thought I standing still behind the stumps would be something the knee would fancy. Sure I knew I'd have sore thighs, but at least I wouldn't be limping around for New Year's again. So I did. (All this was before a Cricket match). Fast-forward a day later -- my knee's fine. But my butt and my thighs are dead. They don't move anymore. Not that I require my butt to move, but I can't sit on it either.

I was practically huffing and puffing at the end of 5 overs. And those damn heavy pads I had to wear. Sometimes I wish I'd just fielded in the slips or something. And to top it off, I tanned like a mofo.

Need to change

1. This template
2. My Kinetic
3. My blogging habits
4. My spectacles
5. My underwear

Orkut sux0rz!!~ - Reloaded

This new Google Talk thingie they have on thar. I've got Google Talk, but still when I click (like an absolute frickin' n00b) "chat" it asks me to download Gtalk. But I think "I already have GT, much like millions others. Surely there's an option where it says 'already have GT do you? then click here!' ". They don't

Stupid HTML!

Anyone know how I can make the dasheded sidebar go all the way down to the bottom- Oh that's right. No one reads this blog.

It pays to be jobless

If you're thinking that was a clever headline meaning I won the lottery or something, you're wrong.

I'm quite simply, jobless.

I've done absolutely nothing in the past week, except walk in and walk out of work. I haven't even taken advantage of this situation by doing something fun. Oh no! I wouldn't be having fun when I can do nothing.

Orkut sux0rz!!~

Here's why:
1. Every other damn message board software has a simple, easy message/scrap notification. A small white box maybe, that (in bold) says, oh I dunno, "NEW SCRAP!". Simple and doesn't flood my inbox.
2. What's the point of scraps if you can message people?! That's like an option of eating an apple with a spoon or a fork. Ok, bad analogy. But still, people can spy on other peoples' scrapping habits and shit, mayne.
3. Search sux0rz.<--Period/Full stop.
4. Here, look at my cool photos man!
5. If I can IM people, then what the flyin' fluff do I need Orkut for?

Now excuse me, I have some profiles to spy on, people to scrap.

He doesn't know what to do

Yep. Guess "Manmadhan" was a fluke after all. Because "Vallavan" has none of the slickness and the nuances that Simbu show ghost-directing "Manmadhan". The only reason -- in the end -- to watch were two songs: "Loosu Penne" and "Yammadi...".

The film dragged even after snipping 1000 feet of film. At it wasn't really the gimmickry that got to me -- we're used to that by now. Simbu overacts. All Nayantara does is pine. And the most atrocious thing of all: Reema Sen in a fluffin' school uniform. She looks downright ugly. Guess that was deliberate ploy knowing the subtle slights at Dhanush+Aishwarya. The film gets nowhere fast and Simbu's left crying, literally.

Sharad Pawar vs. Ponting+Martyn

In case you haven't seen it --



I'm of the opinion that Pawar was standing there, blinking like an idiot. All Ponting seem to do was gesture for the trophy, which one may argue seemed a little over the line. And Mr. Doofus was still standing there after the trophy was handed. A few points to note:
1. Charu Sharma is a dumbass for making seem like a big deal. It really wasn't.
2. Why must we raise a hue and cry for such frivolous things?
3. Who else though Rameez Raja was Doofus #2 when he said "be cool"? Who does he think he is, Samuel L.?

I know it's probably been said before.

Youtube's gonna become the TV soon, isn't it. Which will make Google the supreme controller of media -- if it isn't already. Scary or comforting?

Proof that I'm a genious (sic)

I knew the first headline when India failed would be "Ooh! Aah! Ouch!"

On a related note: there goes the World Cup. Enough preparation, enough of the camps, enough of "flexible" batting orders. When it comes to the game, we (Team India) still haven't found answers to the same old questions that have risen once again. It's been a constant struggle to get both the Batters and Bowlers to play well and, more importantly, play well together. And the worst part is our own pitches caught us off guard!

t3h prof0und~

Why is that even when I move in triangular pattern (in my own axis) my head still spins in circles?

SET Max sux0rz

Stupid SET Max with its stupid SET Max coverage of the ICC Champions Trophy! Not only do I have to watch the dumbest pre-show in history, I have to do so with a running nose and sore throat. Mandira Bedi is slutty as ever, the other TV doofus is irritating as hell and Charu Sharma was always a waste of picture tube space. Navjot Singh Siddhu's charm has run out, and whatever dark force convinced Ian Chappell (one of my favourites) that this was a good idea must have been the left hand of God!

To top it all off, we have the dumbass Tarot Card reader lady -- Mandira pulls out 5 cards with to predict the result. What does the future hold??? *Cue suspense music*

Tarot Lady: Virender Sehwag will do very well!
Mandira: Woohoo!
Tarot Lady: Oh wait! Tendulkar will do better!
Mandira: Woooohooo!!
Tarot Lady: But England will be faster...much faster. I think England has a slight edge.
Other Guy: Goooo India!!

Wrong, idiot. Well, yeah Tendulkar did do better, technically. I hope the whole set (pardon the pun) catches fire and dies.

Cheeseballs

Have this sudden hankering for cheeseballs. Don't know why. Not that I'm a huge fan, but I could bite into a whole "big bag" right now. You know, the kind that collapse in your mouth like bubbles but stick to your molars for days. The kind you try picking with toothpicks and won't come off. Speaking of cheeseballs, anyone know why the packs are filled with air? Who the flying fluff is going to get hoodwinked into believing the pack is filled to seal with balls?

*~^~*Diwali*~^~*

5-day holiday, baby! Not to mention new clothes, sweets, and of course...firecrackers! Don't care what people say, I still enjoy waking up at 3, 4 in the morning (most of the time) and announce the same with the first saravedi.
But one thing I don't look forward to is pseudo activism during this season: if it's not child labour in fireworks factories, it's pollution of some kind. Sometimes it's noise, otherwise it's general air pollution. Of course then there's "oh no! what about the dogs?!"
I like kids, and the environment and dogs in general, I really do. But what I hate is these doofuses who pretend the actually care for these things -- albeit fleetingly -- especially during this season. Well, if you're so damn passionate about child labour and related causes then why don't go to your nearest tea shop and rescue said "suffering children"? All one's gotta do here is pick up the f*ckin' phone and dial 1098 (thats ten-nine-eight).
If you care so much about the air getting polluted, stop driving your car!
Same goes for your concern for dogs.

I've been celebrating Diwali this way since...ever. And I don't intend on stopping because you care all of a sudden.

Work on a Sunday

What kind of a person asks another to work on a Sunday? Why is it that it's always someone asking you to work on a Sunday and not vice versa? Oh yeah, I'm not a "boss".
It's not longer a weekend, its a week-rollover. And your whole day is f*cked because you wake up thinking "oh f*ck I gotta work today, a Sunday!" and once you're done working you end up thinking "holy s*it! did I just waste a whole damn Sunday?!"
Now a Sunday is a post-hangover, sit at home, watch a movie, sleep more kind of a day to begin with. To expect one to work, and get the work done as well is outrageous. I propose we find the Sunday work-givers and use tweezers to pluck their pubic hair.

Peter Sellers...

...is t3h mayne. The man absolutely owns everything. In case some of you wonder where Kamal Hassan gets his comic inspiration from, look no further than the late, great Peter Sellers. I just some more "Pink Panther" on DVD, and the guy reminded me why I was on the floor clutching my guts from the pain caused by the preceding laughter most of the time when I watched these movies as a kid. The accent, Cato, the "beumbs and phewns"...everything. Not that one should go only by the Panther series -- "Dr. Strangelove..." is just as brilliant. It was initially bizzare thinking Kubrick and Sellers actually worked together, but in the end it made sense. They're mad!

And if you're a Sellers fan, watch "The Life and Death of Peter Sellers". Geoffrey Rush does an impeccable job.

Rang De Basanti

In case you didn't know, read this.

On a much more humorous note, RDB is also (apparently) the 48th most funny film ever -- or at least the IMDB people think so.

Lolz@

Haircut

I'll telepathically transfer $5 to a non-exsitent bank account if you guess what the headline is implying.

I'm combing my hair once again now.

Kurt Angle, TNA...wow. So was he lying all this time about taking time off, the business taking its toll etc? Guess we'll never know...at least for a while. How desperate must he have been to conjure up such a thing and then not month later sign up with "the future". Oh, and who's gonna "kill" who you figure -- Angle or Samoa Joe?