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Involuntary Celibacy
Involuntary Celibacy
*Laughing real hard, tears down his cheek..
Garibon ki sunoh.. woh tumhaari sunega! Baba! Andhe ko ek rupya dede baba! Bhagwaan tumhari jodi banaye rakhe! Tumhare do do pappu hon!
Ok, now that all that is out of the way, my crap for today. I saw Darna Mana Hai and T3 during the weekend. Though the latter was fun, actually more fun than I thought it would be… Ramu’s latest was crap times seven. T3 managed to hold its own without Cameron and the original crew because it didn’t take itself too seriously… it was making fun of itself the whole time. Needless to say, that is the kind of smart, cheeky direction that makes movies enjoyable. Speaking of which, head on over here to see the latest by our cheeky director dude.
Another observation for today… women should never, ever, for the love of God, please, never wear purple lipstick. They look hideous.
Sitting here thinking about what to write for my post today I was coming up blank. Now that’s very typical of me, the blank thing. But I usually have some sort of complaint that I will bitch about or some bit of news I find interesting and thusly think you must know. But today I just really didn’t have anything. So I decided I needed some sort of muse… so of course I loaded up Winamp and scrolled through my big fat list of songs. Only problem the list is alive but the songs are gone… fsckin office policy. Anyhoo, I thought I could hum a song myself, so I scrolled through my list of songs, and picked a little ditty titled “The Mark Has Been Made” by Nine Inch Nails. As my crap-tastic office policy berated me with zero music and no entertainment, I realized that I need to start a revolution, but thats a story for another day. Thing is, I realized just how god damn much I enjoy these nails that are nine inches long. If you are not familiar with Trent Reznor and his genius I trust you will take my advice and get to know his music. Nine Inch Nails is on of the most influential Industrial Rock band, and Trent himself writes and records all of the albums pretty much on his own.
Whats the whole point, you ask? Nothing, I say. You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth!
Legend tells of a lucid blog with a clear direction, intense commentary, insightful opinions and a fervent lust for the truth as its mandate. Unfortunately for you, this is not that blog. There are questions you might have. I don't like that. Ask me them and I'll see to it that rabid dogs eat your genitals, while I ruminate on how to actually communicate with the likes of you.