Brrr

Its a foggy, kind of cold day outside. And like I’ve been saying, bad things happen when winters come. What I didn’t tell you was that the absolute worst things happen when it gets foggy. Someone, somewhere has been waiting for the fogs to arrive, to be used as a symbolic reference to perfect timing, and come squish my *ahem* emotions to butternutsquash, thusly reducing me to a mangled, bloody pulp like I’m one of the crazy 88. Lo! the fogs have come, and the scourge of the underworld, the master of all things unpleasant arises! You associate this time with Kris Kringle, I’m sure. My Santa isn’t all portly, jolly, and doesn’t bring me candy. My Santa has a manic, evil laughter, the kind that goes muhahahahaha everytime the fogs arrive. Help me, God.

All is not bad though, I played more multiplayer Halo yesterday, bunked office, and bought Hitman 3. As Anand will testify, as much as the first one was a buggy, obscure disaster, we’ve been in love with that game since its inception as an idea. We played through BOTH the games, and I, sure as hell am looking forward to the third installment, insinuations of fanboy-ness be damned.

I hope to meet Sushubh and the rest of the gang tomorrow, have a few laffs, a few drinks, and then kick him all the way to Chandigarh. Andy, you listening? Tomorrow be retanking, and PB roaming day. Keep your .NET ass free.