Thursday, March 12, 2009
And another thing...
Pitch Invasion is back! That changes everything. Today is truly a fantastagorical, crackjackaboombastic, squiggygigglyzippylydoodah, bingsmackwoopahzoopah, ohbabyyeah!, yomamasofatthattheycouldn'tevenburyherindaGrandCanyon, Yippee-ki-yay-mofo day. You'd better believe it. :)
Good Day!
Today is a good day. There are many reasons why today is a good day. And no, I am not going to tell you why today is a good day. After all, one cannot go about wasting good blog space on telling the world why today is a good day. Nevertheless, I have decreed that today is a good day and you, my unfaithful blog readership, must abide by my decree. Ermm...please?
Right, so where were we. Yes -- Thursday, March 12th, a good day. Not brilliant, not fantastagorical or crackjackaboombastic. Please don't ask me what they mean because that would mean taxing my creative chi and explaining why I suddenly found Shaggy crawling into an adjective. Hmm...you know what? I think my resolve is weakening a little and I'm leaning towards sharing the source of my happiness with you -- a lot like a 20ninetwenty9 addict clutching a pack of cards and hurtling towards people seated in a circle.
Right so, there are many, many reasons why today is a good day. First of all, I have managed to fix my computer without having to cart it all the way to other end of the planet, that is, the shop they call Supreme in Chandni. Supreme is a self-contained universe of computer bits and bobs and is populated by the descendants of The White Rabbit. Not to mention, Supreme has its own Hades in an underground basement where scores of zombies assemble and test your computer parts. Interestingly, an army of Charon clones ply between Supreme and Hades for the purpose of transporting your computer parts. And what? No boat? No ride? Certainly not! You will have to just get off your high horse and do the walky walky.
As you can see, I don't much like visiting either joint -- specially Hades. I got stuck there recently 3 days in a row because I was helping this friend of mine replace a portable hardisk. By the way, if you're planning to buy a portable hardisk, a word of advice -- steer clear of Maxtor. If you already own a Maxtor, feel free to vent your ire in the comments section. The Seagate Freeagent is brilliant and largely trustworthy, despite being a leeetol beet more expensive. But I'd rather have a hardisk that did its job rather than buying one that needed to be coaxed, cajoled and finally full formatted to get going again. @#!$!@$!!!!!
As you can see, I can't stick to my original line of thought and so I have come to the conclusion that I share my narrative style with a host of kooks including Virginia Woolf. Stream of consciousness, anyone? Well, in my case, its more like stream of waffle.
Coming back, my computer had been acting up over the past few days. The sound was hiccuping, gargling, digitizing, nose cleaning and yoddling...in that order. No, really. I was getting a little brainfried because I was worried that my motherboard was going to need a replacement. It was in the warranty period, but -- Hades! Brrggh! So I first decided to format and reinstall my operating system to check if it was a software glitch. Thankfully, it worked and now I can listen to Robbie Williams sing 'Sexed Up' without the unwanted frills. *pats on the back*
Hmm, its been a while since I've waffled this much. Ooooh! I think I'll waffle a little more. Go away if you can't bother reading the inane dribble. But you still won't know all the reasons why exactly today is a good day...
Up next is the weather. Oh yes. Reason to celebrate. Of course, if you're a closet pessimist (like me), you'd probably also be worrying about the fact that all that rain last night is going to turn the city into a giant sauna. Live for the moment, I guess.
By the way, I have reached the conclusion that I am a little injury prone while playing basketball. In my short LE Ba.Ba. career I have managed some rather uncommon injuries including a twisted ankle, and two dislocated pinkies. The first was the shooting hand(right) pinky, which I dislocated some 6 years ago on a cold winter's evening. We were playing a high energy, full court game and I still remember taking a 3 pointer and watching half the finger roll all the way back to touch the back of my hand. It was quite amazing to watch, specially cause the adrenaline had delayed the forthcoming pain. I was similarly amazed a few days ago when I did the other pinky. This time it was the other hand, but the point of dislocation was the same. I admired how half my finger was sitting out of position above the hinge. Kong, who was playing with us, instructed me to pop the finger outwards so that the bone would click back into the hinge. Since I was still numb, I did it myself -- something that freaked my mom out when she heard about it. Hahahaha! Anyway, I followed the R.I.C.E recovery technique. That's Rest, Ice, Compression and Exercise. Exercise is yet to begin as the finger is still quite swollen but that should get underway in a day or two.
Lastly, lemme rant a little about football. Last night saw Arsenal and Manchester United progress into the Champion's League quarter finals. They join the other two English teams while all the Italians have been eliminated. Again, Champion's League record holders Real Madrid have also been booted. Now here are a few things I don't quite understand. Blatter and Platini are worried by the dominance of the English sides in Europe. Were they worried when the Italians dominated Europe a few years ago? Not really. Did they mind when Henry was overlooked for the Ballon d'Or repeatedly despite having better statistics than one buck toothed Brazillian on the continent? Not really. Well, now the Premiere League is by far the best league in Europe and perhaps the world. Instead of imposing restrictions on the Premiere League to level the playing field, Platini and Blatter should be celebrating the success of the English game. They should be urging the other leagues to adapt, restructure and mirror the better aspects of the English game in order to climb out of the rut they find themselves in. Are they? Not really. Are they honestly worthy administrators of the beautiful game? If you ask me -- Not really.
Well, I can't remember why else today is a good day but I just have a good feeling so go with the flow. Have a nice day! :)
Right, so where were we. Yes -- Thursday, March 12th, a good day. Not brilliant, not fantastagorical or crackjackaboombastic. Please don't ask me what they mean because that would mean taxing my creative chi and explaining why I suddenly found Shaggy crawling into an adjective. Hmm...you know what? I think my resolve is weakening a little and I'm leaning towards sharing the source of my happiness with you -- a lot like a 20ninetwenty9 addict clutching a pack of cards and hurtling towards people seated in a circle.
Right so, there are many, many reasons why today is a good day. First of all, I have managed to fix my computer without having to cart it all the way to other end of the planet, that is, the shop they call Supreme in Chandni. Supreme is a self-contained universe of computer bits and bobs and is populated by the descendants of The White Rabbit. Not to mention, Supreme has its own Hades in an underground basement where scores of zombies assemble and test your computer parts. Interestingly, an army of Charon clones ply between Supreme and Hades for the purpose of transporting your computer parts. And what? No boat? No ride? Certainly not! You will have to just get off your high horse and do the walky walky.
As you can see, I don't much like visiting either joint -- specially Hades. I got stuck there recently 3 days in a row because I was helping this friend of mine replace a portable hardisk. By the way, if you're planning to buy a portable hardisk, a word of advice -- steer clear of Maxtor. If you already own a Maxtor, feel free to vent your ire in the comments section. The Seagate Freeagent is brilliant and largely trustworthy, despite being a leeetol beet more expensive. But I'd rather have a hardisk that did its job rather than buying one that needed to be coaxed, cajoled and finally full formatted to get going again. @#!$!@$!!!!!
As you can see, I can't stick to my original line of thought and so I have come to the conclusion that I share my narrative style with a host of kooks including Virginia Woolf. Stream of consciousness, anyone? Well, in my case, its more like stream of waffle.
Coming back, my computer had been acting up over the past few days. The sound was hiccuping, gargling, digitizing, nose cleaning and yoddling...in that order. No, really. I was getting a little brainfried because I was worried that my motherboard was going to need a replacement. It was in the warranty period, but -- Hades! Brrggh! So I first decided to format and reinstall my operating system to check if it was a software glitch. Thankfully, it worked and now I can listen to Robbie Williams sing 'Sexed Up' without the unwanted frills. *pats on the back*
Hmm, its been a while since I've waffled this much. Ooooh! I think I'll waffle a little more. Go away if you can't bother reading the inane dribble. But you still won't know all the reasons why exactly today is a good day...
Up next is the weather. Oh yes. Reason to celebrate. Of course, if you're a closet pessimist (like me), you'd probably also be worrying about the fact that all that rain last night is going to turn the city into a giant sauna. Live for the moment, I guess.
By the way, I have reached the conclusion that I am a little injury prone while playing basketball. In my short LE Ba.Ba. career I have managed some rather uncommon injuries including a twisted ankle, and two dislocated pinkies. The first was the shooting hand(right) pinky, which I dislocated some 6 years ago on a cold winter's evening. We were playing a high energy, full court game and I still remember taking a 3 pointer and watching half the finger roll all the way back to touch the back of my hand. It was quite amazing to watch, specially cause the adrenaline had delayed the forthcoming pain. I was similarly amazed a few days ago when I did the other pinky. This time it was the other hand, but the point of dislocation was the same. I admired how half my finger was sitting out of position above the hinge. Kong, who was playing with us, instructed me to pop the finger outwards so that the bone would click back into the hinge. Since I was still numb, I did it myself -- something that freaked my mom out when she heard about it. Hahahaha! Anyway, I followed the R.I.C.E recovery technique. That's Rest, Ice, Compression and Exercise. Exercise is yet to begin as the finger is still quite swollen but that should get underway in a day or two.
Lastly, lemme rant a little about football. Last night saw Arsenal and Manchester United progress into the Champion's League quarter finals. They join the other two English teams while all the Italians have been eliminated. Again, Champion's League record holders Real Madrid have also been booted. Now here are a few things I don't quite understand. Blatter and Platini are worried by the dominance of the English sides in Europe. Were they worried when the Italians dominated Europe a few years ago? Not really. Did they mind when Henry was overlooked for the Ballon d'Or repeatedly despite having better statistics than one buck toothed Brazillian on the continent? Not really. Well, now the Premiere League is by far the best league in Europe and perhaps the world. Instead of imposing restrictions on the Premiere League to level the playing field, Platini and Blatter should be celebrating the success of the English game. They should be urging the other leagues to adapt, restructure and mirror the better aspects of the English game in order to climb out of the rut they find themselves in. Are they? Not really. Are they honestly worthy administrators of the beautiful game? If you ask me -- Not really.
Well, I can't remember why else today is a good day but I just have a good feeling so go with the flow. Have a nice day! :)
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
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