Sunday, May 23, 2004

Ever had a chill run down your spine, as you suddenly realize that the world seems to be overrun with morons, and how most of them seem happier, healthier and sturdier than you. It's like their stupidity immunizes them from the tragedies of life. They run through the courses of their vacant lives, resisting change, being tricked by the next con man out for money or power, breeding, and killing other morons. And you're caught somewhere in the crossfire, all your intelligence nullified by a fool with a gun.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

हॉब गॅड्लिन्ग चा नमस्कार.

आज़ सकाळी सहा वास्ता, ऐक ज़ोराचा आवाज़ आला. मी झोपेतून उठ्लो. ऐक मोठ्ठा राक्षस माझ्या बाज़ुला उभा होता. मी त्याला "Good morning." बोलुन परत झोपायला गेलो.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Finally a day when it's cooler when to go in than to go out.

Monday, May 10, 2004

Ah! great. Looks like has just gone and dumbed-down its interface. I can't easily preview my old posts while typing a new one. Score one for the morons and the candification they bring about everywhere. However, I can tweak the interface into behaving a lot like the old interface. Score one back for the sane. This post continues into another generic rant about how morons are slowly beginning to rule the world.

Sunday, May 09, 2004

Warning bells rang out today as an old friend called and accused me of turning into a boring person. Rest assured Madame, your warning has been acknowledged and an upgrade is being worked on even as I write. A fresh as mint, witty as a cucumber version of me is on his way. This bold new me is taller, darker, more handsome, and comes in three new flavors -- maniac mango, brain seizure banana and my personal favorite, strawberry nutcase. I'll be available in all quality boyfriend stores soon, and also in my new online me store, myTunes. Old customers will get a volume discount, so keep those old receipts handy!

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

You walk down a grey street on a grey day. And you walk into yourself, walking down a grey street on a grey day. Life curves onto itself. Möbius strip. The hell of the mathematician.