Archive - Sep 2006

Date

September 6th

corrupted indices

Today is an amazing day for my fingers. First, I decided to bike down to school, instead of the planned bike-and-then-bus schedule, which left my fingers fairly numb due to the cold wind. On my way into the Art, Architecture & Design building, I decided that it would be a good idea to keep the locked door ajar, so that others after me could get in. Of course, my left index finger decided to help out by placing itself conveniently between the concrete block stopper and the door; resulting in a cut fingertip and a nice bloodclot under the nail.

The right index finger was getting jealous, and decided to make its move at lunch. This is when I give my dear readers a fascinating piece of advice: When you are working with Swiss knives, it is not a good idea to put them in the back pocket alongside your wallet. Atleast not with the corkscrew side sticking out. Because if you do that, your right index finger will decide to make sweet love with your corkscrew instead of your credit-card carrying wallet, yeilding cute little droplets of blood in front of the cashier, who is wondering why you are jumping up and down, all you bought was a stupid pizza and coke.

I guess this is a good time to unlearn my two-finger typing and actually learn how to use all my fingers on the keyboard.

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September 4th

crush

a smile crept up
on his weary face
as his fingers uncovered
his favorite album
from years ago

the songs, reminiscent
of times when he dreamt
of things bigger than reality
a life, bigger than life
with more passion than could fill his heart

the songs, reminiscent
of times when he dreamt
of plans to rule the world
of plans, to rule a heart:
and of love, and the endless years ahead

a smile crept up
on his weary face
as his fingers uncovered
his favorite album
from years ago, thinking of

the dreams, injected with maturity, shattered by time
the life, embittered by reality
the love, disillusioned, and scoffed at by circumstance

a smile crept up, acknowledging
the dreams, the love, the life, the pain and
the irony that
the very songs that take him back to
the very best of his memories
remind him of his worst

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post 911

How 9/11 changed America: In statistics. The “Hate Crime” tab is just disturbing.

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fartastic

Amazon reviews for the “GasBGon Flatulence Odor Control Seat Cushion”. Amazing stuff:

This product is so totally amazing. Usually my farts are bad enough that people around me say they can actually TASTE them. Not anymore! I ordered me one of these here fart pillows and now I can just lay waste to it all day and no one’s the wiser. I do wish they would come out with a fart pillow that had a cooling effect. Sometimes my chair gets so hot that I actually start to become a little lightheaded and begin to sweat. That’s another problem though. I am just glad that i’ll be able to stealth bomb the office this winter. Thanks fart pillow!

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September 3rd

oops

Someone tried to add me to their IM buddylist yesterday / today, and I accidentally declined their buddy authorization in my groggy state. If it was you, dear reader, to whom I accidentally refused my unbidding friendship and loyalty, I beg you to give me a second chance! This time I wont screw up.

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