The Unbearable Stench Days

Excuse the title; I just didn't want it to be blank. There is a reason, of course, for the title. Wet clothes. It's that time again. Monsoon season. The season I wish gives me a clothes dryer when it arrives.

It seems there's been an unanimous decision to put clothes to dry in my room. I wouldn't mind if they actually dried, but fact is, they don't. Not even after 24 hours. So I end up smelling that oh so unique smell only wet clothes can bring to the nose, all day long.

Practical exams have begun, done with two of the three. Thanks to some bad decisions by a friend, I was stranded right in the middle of this huge 4-way intersection called Kathipara junction, in the rain, with no umbrella, wearing my favourite pair of pants, with dozens of vehicles splashing water on me and aforementioned friend, while returning home after one of the practical exams. It was fun till I caught a cold.

I hoped to come up with a new design before posting, but all my creativity (if I had any) seems to have oozed out. I think I might settle for one of those flashy templates in Blogger Beta.

Catch-22: Maturity (of the mind)

To judge/compare the level of maturity of those around you, you need to be matured.
Then again, if you start comparing the level of maturity of others with respect to yourself, you're being immature.

The whole thing is a farce.

...

I've done it. My archives now have a month missing. And I have nothing to show for it. Except this picture of Edward Norton punching himself:



I'll be back when I learn to write.

Killer Potatoes

These:

Add revolving text, and you have the Laughing Man.

Eating them creeps me out. You're biting into one, and it smiles back at you, as if enjoying your teeth mashing it (which is a bit odd, considering they're already mashed). Elijah Wood in Sin City, that's what these are. At least they don't squirt blood. I don't want my food to have a face. There's a reason I'm vegetarian.

In other news, I don't seem to have any luck with wireless keyboards. Using the On-Screen Keyboard. Again.

You Still Here? (Or Desires of the Heart redux)

Despite popular belief, I haven't killed this blog. Not yet, anyway. Exams got over early this month, and I've gone back to being my usual slacker self. But I didn't want to see a month missing from the archives, so here's a totally uncreative post, rehashing a list I made a year and a half back (which was called 'Desires of the Heart', and can be found here if you're interested).

It occurred to me that some of my 'desires' listed out there have been, well, satisfied. Going by the list, I wanted (in reverse, other than #9 and #10):

8. A violin. Any violin.

Well, I didn't get a violin. Didn't buy one for probably the same reason as to why Ian Anderson didn't get one in exchange for his guitar (a Fender Stratocaster, which he got from Lemmy, of Motorhead); those things don't have frets. He bought a flute instead, and I, like a wannabe rock star (which I'm not), got a guitar.

7. The best keyboard(music) ever to hit the market.

Gah, I didn't get one. I've nearly destroyed my current keyboard. Need to place it at a particular angle for it to work, and makes weird noises if multiple keys are pressed. Makes me wonder if My Bloody Valentine had a similar problem with their synthesizers.

6. A Wi-Fi enabled notebook computer for obvious reasons.

Ok, that's three consecutive things I haven't got.

5. A high resolution digital still camera, Bluetooth enabled.

Finally, something I got. Except for the Bluetooth part. I got a Cyber-shot DSC T7 (yes, that uber slim thing), with which I took most of the photos lying around this blog.

4. The best portable pocket-sized MP3 player.

I can't exactly call it the best, but it's pocket-sized, and can store 21 albums at a time. My Creative MuVo player also has FM and recording abilities, neither of which I've found myself using. Except for that one time when I recorded different people saying bad (but funny) things about other people who said bad (but funny) things about them, but that was an accident. Honest.

3. A reasonably fast broadband internet connection.

I got a reasonably fast broadband internet connection. Unlimited downloads between 9 pm and 8 am, too.

2. The best 128 MB AGP card money can buy.

Well, it used to be the best when it first came out... A GeForce 6800. Ok, so it's a GeForce 6800 LE. Big deal. It's still fabulous to the core, apart from the fact that the computer keeps crashing every now and then when playing graphic intensive games.

And, numero uno:
To get out of my college's hostel.

YIPPIE-KI-YAY! I got OUT! And I'm staying out, forever and ever and ever... Two more years of college to go, and I don't have to go from that wretched asylum.

The Beatles of Thrash Metal!

Ever wondered how it would sound if Metallica did their own versions of Beatles' songs? Ever wanted good ol' James Hetfield to sing/growl A Hard Day's Night? Well, you can experience something similar if you listen to Beatallica. They reek with awesomeness. And I hardly listen to Metal.

The Beatles would've rocked harder if they had tried Thrash Metal.

One last "Woo-hoo!" from the Human

I'm here. Wonders never seem to cease.



I'm still here. Terribly dehydrated, but still here.

I'm gonna hate May. I already hate April. It's hard not to. Hottest weather, elections and exams. The same in May. Imagine walking towards your home, under a blazing sun, sweating profusely. A group of five people, also sweating, start following you. Then you realize that they're not following you, but they're headed to the same place as you are. You wonder why. You've never seen them before. Once you reach your abode, they shove pamphlets in your hands, wet with sweat. Smells different. "Vote for Udhaya suriyan*!", they shout. You stare blankly. They say it again. You're tempted to show them the finger, but nod instead. Bullies.

* - Udhaya suriyan translates to 'Rising Sun', I think. It's what the DMK party like to call themselves, in case you didn't know. Comes from their logo.