Thursday, January 4th, 2007

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1:51a	The New Year Saga A couple of days back (and a couple here means more than two. It means a few. For those of you who choose to not look beyond the obvious.) I saw Y Tu Mama Tambien and I realized that I was addicted to the internet. The former has nothing to do with the latter (For those of you who still choose to not look beyond the obvious.). However, it being a few days before the New Year 2007, I realized I had to do what most of the "civilized world" was habituated to doing: Make a New Years Resolution. Now, here's the funny thing about New Years Resolutions, they come and go like our morning ablutions. And this even rhymes. They make absofuckinlutely no sense at all, but we still keep going with the motions. So my New Years Resolution this year is to admit that I am an Internet addict and then go ahead and write a blog post like this wishing you all a Wevy Wevy Wappy Wew Wear!!! And yeah, do watch the movie. It's damn good and all that. (For men and/or women who belong to the category mentioned within round brackets above, has a lot of *ahem* you-know-what-I-mean sorts of scenes as well *said as censorboardishly as possible*). I bet you get this now, don't you? pleiades Current Mood: giggly Current Music: Lying In The Sun - Stereophonics (Comment on this)
5:19a	What is Megalomania? "I don't really get the reasons others give for disabling/moderating comments. From the more benign -- "Emails are more personal" to the more extreme -- "I love tripping on random power". Way too obtuse. The -- "It helps me not give a flying rat's ass about what someone else has to say about the shit I write" -- reason works most well for a blogger X, IMHO. It's this illusion of being right. Delusions of Grandeur." -- For Example. pleiades Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Beached - Orbital (Comment on this)
1:45p	The Corollary To The Narmada Bachao Aandolan "The Hardest Part" And the hardest part Was letting go, not taking part Was the hardest part And the strangest thing Was waiting for that bell to ring It was the strangest start I could feel it go down Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth Silver lining the cloud Oh and I I wish that I could work it out And the hardest part Was letting go, not taking part You really broke my heart And I tried to sing But I couldn’t think of anything And that was the hardest part I could feel it go down You left the sweetest taste in my mouth You're a silver lining the clouds Oh and I Oh and I I wonder what it’s all about I wonder what it’s all about Everything I know is wrong Everything I do, it's just comes undone And everything is torn apart Oh and it’s the hardest part That’s the hardest part Yeah that’s the hardest part That’s the hardest part I don't think people should be allowed to be depressed and write (or any other form of expression known to mankind) if they're even remotely capable, by the virtues in them relative to their talent (real or supposed), of expressing their misery well. There should be a law or something against it. Prevention of distribution of Misery Act 2007. I propose a bill. pleiades Current Mood: bored Current Music: Twisted Logic - Coldplay (Comment on this)
4:43p	All In Good Humour ....... Jeff : I think breast brains would be over-egging the woman pudding. Jeff: Besides, you give breasts the power of independent thought and the next thing is they don't get on. There's a clash of personalities. Steve: Yeah, that so often happens with similar people in similar jobs working in the same bra. Jeff: Exactly. Steve (thinking): ...and what if a fire broke out... (reacting) Got me a self image to shag rate isn't it? - Episode "The Girl With Two Breasts" from the BBC show "Coupling" The scripts are marvelous. Steven Moffat at his best or not. :) pleiades Current Mood: amused Current Music: Ooh La La - Sapnay (Comment on this)
5:38p	C'est Si Bon C'est si bon De partir n'im porte ou Bras desus bras dessous En chantant des chansons Ce'st si bon De se dir' desmots doux Des petite rien du tout Mais qui en dissent long C'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that itt's so good C'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh, so good Every word, every sigh Every kiss, dear Leads to only one thought And it's this, dear Nothing else can replace Just your slightest embrace And if you only would be my own For the rest of my days I will whisper this phrase My darling, c'est si bon -- Eartha Kitt (Something's Gotta Give OST) The complete song translated here -- (Click ---> Link.) Some songs (French or not) are quite as marvelous as a certain few Brit Sitcoms. :) pleiades Current Mood: lazy Current Music: I Only have Eyes for You - The Flamingoes (Comment on this)
11:05p	Why are animals better than human beings? -- The absolutely pointless series of reasons (Episode 1) Reason Number One: Dogs don't doubletalk. pleiades Current Mood: bored Current Music: Everyday Is A Winding Road - Sheryl Crow (Comment on this)
11:08p	Why are animals better than human beings? -- The absolutely pointless series of reasons (Episode 2) Reason Number 2 -- Cats cover their errrm... waste substances sans much fuss and flush. Why are animals better than human beings? -- The absolutely pointless series of reasons (The Finale) Conclusion -- Pigeons are no better. This series was pointless as stated earlier. pleiades Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: 83 - John Mayer (Comment on this)

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