If you're thinking "cow dung", think again. No, it's not milk either, though technically that's what it ought to be. It's "bull shit", you moron!
Here I am, blogging, 16 hours before another set of internal tests starts. Strange... Many of my posts are on the eve of some kind of exam. I wonder what that means...
So why is this post "udder crap"? Well, statistics show that 2 outta 3 people like to read posts which claim to be udder crap (I could find only 3 people who were willing to cooperate) in a hope to find some vague instance of humor to cheer up their awfully boring lives. The third can try bungee jumping from any tall, sturdy object without the bungee, or beg for mercy. Not that begging for mercy would help...
If you've come this far, maybe you're not a moron. But I'm not calling you a genius, either. I'm not telling you why.
My birthday is coming up in a couple of days. How does that figure in a post which is supposed to be udder crap? Make a wild guess.
(I was actually applauding my intellect for coming up with the phrase "udder crap" before I googled it. 496 websites beat me to it. Damn Google.)
Monday, July 25, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
The game that ruined my life.
Hacking. Some lunatic is hacking at another man's throat with a hatchet. Strangely, the victim doesn't make a sound. There's only one sound - chopping. Chop, chop, chop. A neanderthal chopping sound. They are deep inside what looks like a jungle. No jungle noises, though. No crickets, no wolves, no cracking of twigs, not even the sound of the raining blood. Another chop. It was then that I finally agreed I had watched Sin City too many times and woke up from my slumber.
But the chopping didn't stop. I realized it wasn't chopping. The sound was coming from the computer. It was from the game that ruined my life. My mother was playing it. "Squarez" by Eric Burgess. Ever since it was installed, my holidays (Yeah, holidays... Haven't you been reading College Life?) haven't been too much fun. All you have to do in the game is identify square patterns in a two dimensional array of balls of assorted colours. For reasons I don't understand, my mom finds this game addictive. My daily mission is this: To beat my mother to the computer. If I fail in this mission, I have to suffer for hours without my computer, for my mom's exceptionally good at the game. The pain...
To allay my pain, I started to fiddle around with my semi-destroyed keyboard, trying to make music of some kind. A friend of mine, who is quite an extraordinary guitarist/singer/harmonica player (known as Entropy, Max in the blogosphere) once played this song called "House of the Rising Sun". I'd never heard the song before, but I found that I liked it almost immediately. The original song was by The Animals, which I still haven't heard. Coming to the point, the weird noises I was making with my keyboard started sounding less weird and more like the song aforementioned.
Of course, since I've never heard the original, I didn't know how the whole song went. I remembered only the initial part of what he played. Also, he had excellent strumming skills, which I, being no guitarist (or musician, for that matter) had no chance of recreating. So I kinda modified the half-song here and there, replaced the vocals with my keyboard and recorded the cacophony. For your listening pleasure (Displeasure might be more appropriate), here's a low quality version of the song. I didn't have the patience to upload the high quality(but still horrible sounding) version.
To stream(i.e, play the song without downloading the entire file in advance)the song, click here. (Note: Winamp required, Windows Media Player doesn't seem to work)
To download the song, click here. (If clicking doesn't work, right-click and select "Save Link As"/"Save Target As". Any mp3 playing software will do. File Size:570 KB)
But the chopping didn't stop. I realized it wasn't chopping. The sound was coming from the computer. It was from the game that ruined my life. My mother was playing it. "Squarez" by Eric Burgess. Ever since it was installed, my holidays (Yeah, holidays... Haven't you been reading College Life?) haven't been too much fun. All you have to do in the game is identify square patterns in a two dimensional array of balls of assorted colours. For reasons I don't understand, my mom finds this game addictive. My daily mission is this: To beat my mother to the computer. If I fail in this mission, I have to suffer for hours without my computer, for my mom's exceptionally good at the game. The pain...
To allay my pain, I started to fiddle around with my semi-destroyed keyboard, trying to make music of some kind. A friend of mine, who is quite an extraordinary guitarist/singer/harmonica player (known as Entropy, Max in the blogosphere) once played this song called "House of the Rising Sun". I'd never heard the song before, but I found that I liked it almost immediately. The original song was by The Animals, which I still haven't heard. Coming to the point, the weird noises I was making with my keyboard started sounding less weird and more like the song aforementioned.
Of course, since I've never heard the original, I didn't know how the whole song went. I remembered only the initial part of what he played. Also, he had excellent strumming skills, which I, being no guitarist (or musician, for that matter) had no chance of recreating. So I kinda modified the half-song here and there, replaced the vocals with my keyboard and recorded the cacophony. For your listening pleasure (Displeasure might be more appropriate), here's a low quality version of the song. I didn't have the patience to upload the high quality(but still horrible sounding) version.
To stream(i.e, play the song without downloading the entire file in advance)the song, click here. (Note: Winamp required, Windows Media Player doesn't seem to work)
To download the song, click here. (If clicking doesn't work, right-click and select "Save Link As"/"Save Target As". Any mp3 playing software will do. File Size:570 KB)
Thursday, May 26, 2005
To Pass Time.
Someone just came up with a new idea for Wikipedia. And someone implemented it. Check out WikiTrivia by It's a quiz game which works by pulling articles from Wikipedia. Pretty tough.
I discovered the true potential of the radio in Yahoo! Messenger this week. I have now configured my station to play only Jethro Tull (Did I mention I like Jethro Tull?)... Though they seem to have only 2 albums (Aqualung and Original Masters). Apart from my station, the Folk and Jazz stations seem to be good. Rufus Wainwright's version of The Beatles' "Across The Universe" is being played over and over again, probably due to a lack of a good collection of folk music at Yahoo.
One more thing... My second semester exams start tomorrow, so you won't be seeing me for quite some time. Toodle-pip!
I discovered the true potential of the radio in Yahoo! Messenger this week. I have now configured my station to play only Jethro Tull (Did I mention I like Jethro Tull?)... Though they seem to have only 2 albums (Aqualung and Original Masters). Apart from my station, the Folk and Jazz stations seem to be good. Rufus Wainwright's version of The Beatles' "Across The Universe" is being played over and over again, probably due to a lack of a good collection of folk music at Yahoo.
One more thing... My second semester exams start tomorrow, so you won't be seeing me for quite some time. Toodle-pip!
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Nothing out of the ordinary... NOT!
The past week at college had some weird happenings, including being placed under house arrest. Check out College Life to know more.
I was checking out some blogs, when I stumbled upon this interesting post, about how you can make new fingerprints. If MIB can remove fingerprints, surely you can make new ones yourself? Check it out here.
I've been told that the colour combination in this new template is good. I don't like the header though, and hope to change it soon.
That's all for now. Yes, really. My mind has become number than usual. My powers of imagination have reduced drastically. Forget interesting stuff, I don't even know how to write bullshit anymore. But that doesn't mean I'm quitting. I'll be back.
Update, May 21: To my readers and to anyone who cares, the line about the header can be ignored, for I changed the header almost immediately after the above post. That line was referring to the previous header which can be found here: bannerbeta.
I was checking out some blogs, when I stumbled upon this interesting post, about how you can make new fingerprints. If MIB can remove fingerprints, surely you can make new ones yourself? Check it out here.
I've been told that the colour combination in this new template is good. I don't like the header though, and hope to change it soon.
That's all for now. Yes, really. My mind has become number than usual. My powers of imagination have reduced drastically. Forget interesting stuff, I don't even know how to write bullshit anymore. But that doesn't mean I'm quitting. I'll be back.
Update, May 21: To my readers and to anyone who cares, the line about the header can be ignored, for I changed the header almost immediately after the above post. That line was referring to the previous header which can be found here: bannerbeta.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
It's a tough world out there.
For a long time, I've been surrounded by relatives and “family friends”. And curious ones at that. They were always keen on knowing what I was doing, where I was going, etc. It never seemed to occur to them that I could use some privacy. They were constantly at my shoulders. In addition to being nosy, they also kept driving me to insanity by asking me all sorts of favours, and pestering me to call them every week and listen to their drab stories and have futile conversations which involved gossip I couldn’t care less for.
And then, the inevitable happened. I decided that once I started to make my own living, I would seek isolation; I would go someplace where none of these fools could find me. But in view of the events of the last few days, I might have to reconsider my plans.
Friday, April 15th. I’m supposed to get my passport renewed. I go to this place called “Shastri Bhavan”, where all things passport related are taken care of. After what seemed like eternity (forgive the superfluous use of hackneyed lines), I was allowed to meet the person who does the job. Unfortunately, since I became a major last year, I would have to obtain a “Verification Certificate”, verifying that the minor me and the major me is the same person minus the age difference. This certificate ought to bear the seal of high-ranking government officials, people like the deputy secretary to the government of India or the State’s government, my district’s magistrate, or the Inspector General of police. I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for my dad’s contacts. He knew one of the secretaries to the State.
I can’t imagine how someone who doesn’t know enough people can survive in this world. I thought I could, but now I’m not so sure about it. Does that mean I can’t ever live in utter isolation? I damn sure hope not.
P.S: Does the purple background hurt the eye? I've meddled a lot with the template...
And then, the inevitable happened. I decided that once I started to make my own living, I would seek isolation; I would go someplace where none of these fools could find me. But in view of the events of the last few days, I might have to reconsider my plans.
Friday, April 15th. I’m supposed to get my passport renewed. I go to this place called “Shastri Bhavan”, where all things passport related are taken care of. After what seemed like eternity (forgive the superfluous use of hackneyed lines), I was allowed to meet the person who does the job. Unfortunately, since I became a major last year, I would have to obtain a “Verification Certificate”, verifying that the minor me and the major me is the same person minus the age difference. This certificate ought to bear the seal of high-ranking government officials, people like the deputy secretary to the government of India or the State’s government, my district’s magistrate, or the Inspector General of police. I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for my dad’s contacts. He knew one of the secretaries to the State.
I can’t imagine how someone who doesn’t know enough people can survive in this world. I thought I could, but now I’m not so sure about it. Does that mean I can’t ever live in utter isolation? I damn sure hope not.
P.S: Does the purple background hurt the eye? I've meddled a lot with the template...
Saturday, April 2, 2005
The quality of spam has deteriorated.
Yes, you read that right. There was a time when spam mail had some quality. Being a user of the world wide web for nearly a decade now, I've seen a lot of spam. If my memory serves me right, most of the spam I received had a specific subject, detailed information on what the person/company is offering, and an option of unsubscription (despite the fact that I had never subscribed in the first place). Mails like "Free Tablet PC for you now!" and "Claim your Complimentary $250 Gift Card!" were well presented, and even had contact information.
But now, all the spam I get is filled with random words. Spammers have lost direction. Take a look:
This is totally senseless spam. The whole purpose of spam is lost. What has the world come to?
But now, all the spam I get is filled with random words. Spammers have lost direction. Take a look:
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This is totally senseless spam. The whole purpose of spam is lost. What has the world come to?
A test can tell me what I believe in, and I can't??
This is what a test I took tells me about my beliefs. Sheesh...
You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.
Satanism
79% agnosticism
63% atheism
58% Hinduism
42% Paganism
42% Buddhism
33% Islam
21% Judaism
17% Christianity
4%
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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