Sunday, May 27, 2007

O Mighty Adsense Algorithm

I bow before thee.
I prostrate my unworthy humble self at the feet of thy Adsense text ad, for truly, thine is the Power. Thou hath read my mind verily like it were crystal clear text.

And posted a link to Workplace Violence upon my blog.
And one for Jobs.
And one for finding new friends.

Friday, May 25, 2007

ten days

It's been ten days since I returned from my break.
It's already like it never happened.
Pleasant memory, the way your childhood is a pleasant memory.

What am I working for, really?
One day after another, passing in seconds but remembered like years.

It's fuckin scary.

There's gotta be more to life than this.

Monday, May 21, 2007

And I am...

Which Peanuts Character are You?

You are Schroeder!
Take this quiz!

Yes. I agree.

Sunday, May 20, 2007


Should this be classified as child abuse?
Which sane five-year old is going to go to sleep after an afternoon at the Infiniti mall, emerging shaken and stirred from the raucous music, clashings, sound effects and flashing, pulsing lights of the kids' section and coming face-to-face with this - all of ten feet tall - and not wake up with the screaming nightmares?
Psychologically scarred for life.

Saw a guy in the movies section wearing giant wraparound black shades.
R: Why's he wearing shades indoors?
Me: He's probably looking at The Shining.
At this point R suddenly and inexplicably launched into a violent assault upon me, screaming abuse.

Are they remaking Omen II as well and is there an audition for the role of Damien in progress at Inorbit? Saw more shrieking, screaming, struggling, yelping, running-from-parents, kicking-random-strangers children there in an afternoon than I would ever want to in a lifetime. This is proof positive, as far as I'm concerned, of the presence of demonic infestation in Malls. It doesn't affect adults because they already have the local trains to deal with (a level of hell that's used to threaten demons, imps and lesser devils by the arch-dukes of Hell during Appraisals) but children, I suppose, are fairly receptive.

Escaped with my life this afternoon when a small gremlin-like creature scampered past me, and I spotted her, coming behind, with the corner of my eye, like Alan Quartermain espying a charging rhinocerous upon the veldt.
I leapt aside!
Just in time. A five-ton Mother, dangerously pink in the face with high BP and embarassment, charged through where I had been standing a bare fraction of a second ago, in dead silence but for a faint wheezing, in hot pursuit. The floor vibrated for several minutes afterwards.

The height of embarassment: offering to hold your (female) family members' stuff while they go to the loo, and realizing you need to go yourself. Saw a guy in the Infiniti loo gritting his teeth and ignoring the world at one of the stalls, an elegant black leather purse with gold buttons slung over one shoulder, and a small pink nylon backpack with a pair of bears clad in blue bows on the other.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Remembering Baazee

Sitting in the train on the way back home today... realized, after having worked in 3 companies, what a absolutely brilliant place to work my first company had been.

But then, you never know what you have till it's gone.
A set of all completely brilliant people, and all equally insane.
All scattered everywhere now... but still feels like family.

Wish I could turn back time.