Anmrod

Quote of the day.

My life is a joke....thats why I like to share it with everyone.

(Of course, the standard disclaimer applies. You use such jokes at your own risk. Now, I am not implying that you really might want to use them. However, I have been advised by my lawyers to make statements like that. Also, they are good fun.)

Anyway, I have no idea what to blog about.

- Of late, there has been no major tragedy/trauma/drama in my life. Thus, little is there need for random philosophy. Though I don't see any looming disaster, I think I am about due for the people up in the sky to hit me on the face with a brick. You see, I am too much of a risk junkie. I have this obsessive need to stand in front of trucks just to see if I can jump off in time. I mostly end up becoming roadkill though. Its going to happen, but you will have to wait till then. Then you can be subjected to self-piteous recollections of random jackshit about myself no one else really remembers or cares about. C'est la vie. Thus is life. You go up, you go down, and in the end you haven't really gone anywhere. Time for a deliriously funny Woody Allen quote from one my favoritest movies - Annie Hall :

There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions." Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly.

- As most of my readership would have figured out my life as a subject matter in itself is quite funny. However, I have no jokes to make. I don't have anything to rant about either. There is no one I specifically hate. Actually, there are, but I prefer not to suffer from high blood pressure because they are jerks. Such rationality works really well. Irrationality also. Because they want me to be unhappy, I am going to be happy. Happy has a bunny high on long red scrunchy munchy carrots.

- Speaking of 'high', one stumbles to the subject of the spirit, and ultimately on the topic of worship to the long begone one of Messr. Patrick a.k.a St. Patrick. Auspicies are to be performed on March 17th. Though he is from a time long long ago and a land far far away, old timers say that he had a tight party going on planet earth before he was called in by big boss to open this most heavenly joint - Bacchanalia. Its actually this rather classy place run by good homie Bacchus, with the help of his cronies Jack 'On the Rocks' Daniels, Captain 'Loaded' Morgan and Jim 'High' Beam. There are also some fine ladies who keep them company, and needless to say keep the gentlemen pouring in - Margarita, Pina Colada and good old Tequila. Ah Tequila! The nasty one! Gives all and sundry a headache. Then there is also dear Mary, Virgin Mary. Being the shy types, she turned red in the face when someone called her that most embarrasing name. So, Bloody Mary she became. Salty, sweet and everything in between. And there is Bud and Miller. And Heine. And...

....coming soon to a url near you - stories of Club Baccanalia. Why do Bud and Miller keep fighting with each other? How did Tequila become such a nasty lady? What about the fine French and German gentlemen? Where do they come in?

PS : Oh yes, before I forget; someone has actually written a thesis on IIT lingo. It is here. More on this later.
PPS : Just noticed I got a post. Heh.
PPPS: Greenslaves by John Coltrane is nice. Heard the Requiem for a Dream soundtrack?