Saturday, March 09, 2002

Bite my shiny metal ass!

I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to the creators of shows like Futurama and Friends, whose shows inject that ever-so-necessary gusto in life that dulls and erodes away in the face of regular, mundane drudgeries; without which I will find people around me as interesting as ants; without which I will then be able to complete all my tutorials on-time and not gripe about not having enough hours in a day.

One of the lines that appear at the start of every Futurama episode, “ Not a substitute for human interaction.”


Wednesday, March 06, 2002

Another one -

As far back as I can remember, I think I have taken everything, myself, other people way too seriously. Hmmm...

Another before-sleep-lying-in-the-dark revelation... was actually thinking of the stuck-up face sub-warden who is one of the 6 sharing our kitchen, and occupies a single cabinet. He uses separate shelves to lay out his cutlery, pots, spices and somemore that I cannot remember. (Rest of us contend with stuffing our pots and pans together with utensils and instant mee packs.)

Tuesday, March 05, 2002

Days of Decadence -

Just got Futurama Seasons 2 and 3 on my local network, and unsurprisingly albeit involuntarily, I sat down and watched like 8 episodes in a row again, even settling for sandwiches for dinner so I could not waste anytime on cooking hehehe... hey anyway I gotta finish that loaf soon, its expiring date is nearing. Ahhh... days of decadence, I shall look back on these fondly hehehehe...

*ala-Bender's 'bite-my-shiny-metal-ass-voice* Ah damn! To think I actually got all the episodes over the weekend just right after I won a bid to buy a pirated version for 12.50 quid!?! This sucks!

"When I said 'take care of yourself', I wasn't insinuating anything, I only wanted you to know that you want to be alone, and I respect that, but for the times that I wonder and worry about what you might be doing at that time but I can't call you to find out, that's what that sentence was for."

Monday, March 04, 2002

Strain -

If there be a pits to heaven, this must be it. Taking 3 days to do a tutorial; holing myself up in my room; sleeping at 5 and waking up at 12; alternating between feel-good Mayday songs in the morning, and plunging back into self-wallowing Fiona Apple's Never is a Promise deep in the night, like now.

Watching 3 hours straight of Futurama, escaping from work, escaping from her. Oh why oh why, must you loom over me like an ominous cloud on an overcast sky, refusing to go away? Why oh why, must the best intentions result in the worst results? Fuck Man, why can't He appreciate and hold true to what He has got?

Knowing me, I'll still forget everything haif a year later. Its like trying to scoop up water which is running through and out of every single crevice present, fecking impossible.

Life is a tragedy.

"Streetlights on, the night air's cool
I'm driving right past my old school
I'm looking for my pack of cigarettes
I'm thinking back on things I've done
I can't forget the stupid ones
It seems I do my best by accident" -- My car, Gin Blossoms.

"You'll say you'll never give up seeing eye-to-eye
but never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie" -- Never is a Promise, Fiona Apple