6/30/09

All aboard -> All in

A sample from this morning's news feeds:
"Rescuers resume searching collapsed parking deck"
"Yemeni plane crashes in sea off Comoros with153 on board"
"Freight train derails in Italy, kills 12, burns 50"

And this is just today. Every single day more people are dying as a result of man-made contraptions compared to the Flintstones era! (Don't ask me for facts and figures to back that one up) You'd think you're betting more than at a high-stakes poker game whenever you set foot on a plane. Or playing Russian-roulette with your life, for that matter. Or maybe the much awaited doomsday is here, after all.

The long weekend is finally here. And I'm so looking forward to getting on that plane to NJ. Oh. Great. Sod it all, there is nothing you can do about fate :) Might as well enjoy what is left of this life on earth.

6/10/09

Important, or not?

I have some not-quite-Dear-John letters to write.

- One to my lovely city of 'Chicago', which refuses to believe that it is the middle of June and almost summer. Wake up already, I don't want it to be 55F outside right now. I'm not quitting on you yet, but you need to make your mind up about which season you're in, and stick to it.

- One to the ever elusive 'Dreamless Sleep'. Or for that matter, 'Sleep' itself. Do you hate me THAT much? What did I ever do to offend you? Other than the fact that I couldn’t put a juicy book down every now and then to heed your dark call? Do you hold grudges? Grow up, and put me back on your favor list before I.. I don't know what I can write here. Hmm... Anyways, I have had enough of confusing dreams, and the vivid realistic ones where I have become a mutant, an assassin, a student lost in a reconstructed high school horror, and the likes. Thanks, but seriously, no thanks.

- One to the ugly bag of 'Sona Masoori' sitting in my kitchen right now. When will you ever get over? You are the worst tasting bag of rice I have ever had in all my 5 years in the kitchen. You are vile, tasteless, full of dust, and so tiny I can hardly see the individual grains and decide if you are cooked or not. I hate you. Please get over soon, you 50% remnant, so I can go and buy myself another bag. All said and done, I am not heartless enough to discard your sorry ass in the trash.

Oh my God, have I become a Hater? Look at me!

While I sit here blubbering about my existence (does anyone really care about my bag of rice?!)... B is out there, a mile away, reading Oscillograms 'for future testing and knowledge purposes'. That settles it, I am officially back on the discipline wagon. I will not sit here and rot anymore, while people are doing important things with important sounding names.

Check the word out.. Oscillograms.. All the syllables, vowels and consonants. Sheesh, I don't even have a technical term right now from any of my projects that I can bandy about to convince myself, much less others, that I am important. Such are the times. I'm sure even Prancer and Nan have important sounding word associations at their internships, and are smirking as they read this. And so does DrDro who has reached the 12-component programming mark, and is working toward the 35-component run. Or was it 12-variable versus 35-variable? Anyway, both versions sound important enough.

Poor me. There, there.. Eat a pack of the yummy Pringles Baked Stix. Who said self pity is bad?

On a side note, I counted, and found that I have used the word 'important' in this entry about 6 times towards the end. Or 5 times in one, and 1 time over here while I said that I counted the number of 'important's.. Oops, there I go again, another 'important'. Maybe I should just consider it a system that loops, or rather folds into itself.

I will stop being a nuisance right about now.

6/8/09

Mapquest: Discipline

You know this little thing called discipline? Can someone point me in the right direction please? I'm just about willing to scour every store on earth to find it. I'm THAT off the discipline-wagon.

Absolutely swimming in an ocean of uselessness right now. And enjoying it, to boot. Well, when you fill your insides with delicious food, watch SYTYCD on TV and lounge about reading teenage vampire novels while it pitter patters outside.. I think this sloth is evident.

Time to dust off.. ah, maybe I'll lounge around just a teeny-weeny bit more.