This is one of the funniest, smartest things I have ever read: “Famous world ideologies, as explained with reference to cows”.
Powers that be,
Please let the Internet be around forever.
Hello, Subjects. Been a while, hasn’t it? What’s new, you ask?Well, not these opening lines.That’s for damned sure. The good old Bright Side, though, is that I’ve stories to tell for your entertainment. And on that note, I give you the Highlights for this month:
I am aware that Fuzzy posted with birthday wishes and a summary of the crazy-ass birthday happenings on the Day of Lucid, as Sept. 12 shall be known henceforth. But I would like to elaborate with the gory background details.
Fuzzy and I had originally planned to film ourselves pretending to go clothes-shopping for Lucid’s birthday and generally being ignorant and hideous in our choices(as is only bound to happen when Fuzzy and I clothes-shop), thereby making Lucid (who is very not fashion-challenged) simultaneously laugh and fear her gift. Of course, we couldn’t actually present the girl with terrible clothes on her birthday, so the gift would have to be something entirely different. So far, so good, yes? That’s what we thought. Reality, though, had a very different opinion in the form of an employee at the mall of choice (Citi Centre, for those in the know.). He poured cold water all over our plans with an arched eyebrow and a “Uh, no filming allowed inside the mall.”. Not that this stopped us, right away, oh no. Fuzzy and I figured we’d film out of sight, in the changing rooms. That bright idea came to a screeching halt, however, when another employee told us we couldn’t both be in a room. The poor lady must have thought us very strange, indeed. I’m laughing out loud right now, just at the thought.Now, this was a problem because either of us talking to ourselves in the changing room (and the video did require our opinions to be actually funny) would not, we believed, have been tolerated too well, either. Which meant: Plan B. Plan B would involve asking random strangers at the mall to wish Lucid a happy birthday on camera. You can imagine how that went. First off, Fuzzy and I are socially awkward at best, so we spent several minutes studying potential subjects, and wondering how best not to come across as being entirely, well,..creepy. We follwed people up stairs, down escalators, out of cinema halls.. you name it. The first couple of people were fairly forthcoming. I cannot say we were optimistic for very long after, however, because we got several questioning looks and emphatic “NO!”s right after. We also found that, contrary to intuition, which suggests that groups of people would be less hesitant to appear in said video, the larger the group, the less likely we were to get okay-ed. We did meet some surprisingly enthusiastic participants, however, one of whom was all for singing happy birthday for us! I wish we had some way to link to these awesome people, but we did thank them repeatedly, so that’s that. The biggest disappointment was a girl in a Superman T-shirt who refused. I mean, you’re wearing a Superman T-shirt. DON’T wear Superman T-shirts if you wont wish Lucid a happy birthday, dammit! Apart form the video, we got Lucid a welcome-mat for her room(which is sort of second-home to me), a painting and a photoframe with a picture of the three of us. Rejected gift choices included (and I kid you not) apples (inside joke), pink socks, glittery Hannah Montannah sticker, pink bows,..let’s just say Reason is a good friend.
2. I read Into The Wild (Jon Krakauer). I’d watched (and loved) the movie by the same title about a year back. So I was pleasantly surprised to have found the book-version. I intend to review both here, within the week. So keep me to that.
3. I also bought Jack Kerouac (whose work I’ve been meaning to read for years)’s book Maggie Cassidy. At twenty-six pages in, it already lives up to its promise of being ‘spontaneous prose’.So, possible Bookmark edition, there (*insert chorus groan*).
4. I’m now watching Only Fools and Horses, an old BBC sitcom. So far, loving it. I also bought the first two seasons of The Office (UK version), which I look forward to watching.
5. Lucid and I had a week of tests, that we’d rather not discuss.
Yeah, I think that sums up this month pretty well. Unless procrastination gets the better of me (as it unfortunately has, in recent months), expect another post in the near future. Until then,bye. And do leave us updates on your lives in the comments section below.
Here’s a snippet form a conversation (through texting) I had with my dad, today.
Me: Just got on the bus.
Dad: Ok. Take care.
Me: “Take care”? Alright, man.
( I take the bus all.the.time.)
Dad: YO! lol.
Me: Dude, stop talkin’ like that, yo.
This time, he did not attempt a reply. 😐
He did pick me up at the bus stop, though, so he definitely gets points for that.
Me: (calling FuzzyLogic)
Me: Hi. Yeah, you free?
Person-X: …Uh, WHY?
Me: What do you mean–wait, do you not recognize me?! O_o!
(I feel compelled to add that Fuzzy often replies in monosyllables. This is something, I feel sure, that would only be enhanced by her not knowing the caller. My logic thus perfected, I proceeded. Quite gleefully, too, I might add. You will want to remember this to rub my face in later.)
Me: !!!! Do you not have caller ID?
Person-X: Yeah. But I don’t remember everybody’s numbers.
Me: *Playing positively wounded, now* Well, you should know THIS one! What has it been, TEN YEARS??!
Me: O.M.G.! Fine! My name begins with an ‘A’ and ends with an ‘I’ !* ( This last one ,spoken very triumphantly)
Now, suspicion dawned. Fuzzy isn’t the brightest crayon in the box ( I am, although you may beg to differ at the conclusion of this tale), but she can spell. This, along with several factors that an astuter being than I may have picked up on, if such a one existed, led to an “Oh” Moment. Then I hung up really, really quickly.
Person-X may now be safely revealed to have been Fuzzy’s brother or ‘FuzzBrother’, as we shall refer to him henceforth. Suffice it to say, nothing will induce me to call her on her land-line EVER again.
Moral of the story: Look before you leap. Srsly.
* No, my name isn’t really BWC. Sorry to disappoint.
That title just made my day (although it could have, even had it not been as AWEsome as this is, since classes in the afternoon session got cancelled today on account of it’s being “Hostel Day”. Yay!)
My score, you ask?
That’s right. Solid tenner.Which seems great, since my brother scored a six, and that ratio sounds just about right. Although I really would like to know the maximum number of goats a person COULD be worth, y’know? Like, how much would Chuck Norris, say, be worth?Hmm..
Find out how many goats YOU’RE worth and leave us a comment ( I dare you!).
Oh, they had better be! Incidentally just who do you file a suit against in this case?That’s what I’d like to know.
Sometimes though, education can be worse than bitter – it can be just plain olde stupid ( and here I quote our textbooks) :
” This is also known as small signal current gain and its value is very large.” Bloody physics.
” People should not participate in the election process because they don’t know what’s good for them.” From my brother’s text on the chief arguments against Democracy.
” It may also be performed by unqualified, illegal quacks ( Comment : Quacks?!)..”.As in the Biology text book (something about intrauterine contraceptives).
Disclaimer : Italics are mine, obviously.
Although they are entertaining, these little snippets just seem to crop up so much more often when The Big Bad Exams are here and I need to vent, don’t they? This has been your Fact For the Day.
What else has happened that is of moment and worthy of this here blog? I just finished Atlas Shrugged a couple of days back.You know, because that is obviously The Thing To Do when you have The Big Bad- let’s just say BBEs from now, shall we? So, yes.I was saying.Thing to do.Obviously.
And? It’s brilliant.It has all the Objectivism from Fountainhead and her characteristic style..In short : Really liked it.The only trouble with it is the microscopic print- takes halfway to forever to read!- and the fact that it can just get a little too verbose and repetitive at some points.I am in love with the idea and characters, though.And you know what they say, love is blind!So it is that I am urging you all once again to GO READ IT ALREADY!
And because of the insistent throbbing somewhere around my temples ( say hi, temples!) I am going to have to call it a night, here.Actually more because I have managed to convince myself that this is, of course, the only reason I am not studying for that dreaded Physics Exam (Ohhh boy!) and if I keep at this that bossy, sensible voice in my head is going to have things to say, isn’t it? Not leaving without a quote from the book, though (and my favourite) :
I think it’s funny. There was a time when men were afraid that somebody would reveal some secret of theirs that was unknown to their fellows. Nowadays, they’re afraid that somebody will name what everybody knows.
– Fransico d’Anconia ( Although I like Rearden better.And Dagny- yes, the female lead, for a change! I couldn’t stand Galt, though. That would be my second-favourite quote: ‘Who is John Galt?’.OKOK, I’m leaving.Give the girl navy dude a break!)
I found this in the dictionary:
“quack 2 // (kwk) n.