…This blog has no title.
A cheap joke, I know but it seemed to fit.
Well…here we are again. It’s that time of the month/week/day when I decide to put down my thoughts again. This should now be followed by several pages of blankness…utter blankness.
Got hit by a virus today, courtesy of chilli.
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Update : the virus is gone
Bah!
I say it again, bah!
Heh, I bet Chilli wants comments to be enabled in this blog now. Well, too bad.
It was a rather full weekend. Players(the nightclub) on Friday and Saturday and ice-skating on Saturday too. Add a dash of Thon on Saturday and Raw on Monday.
Yup good fun.
Ice Skating: I wasn’t very good, but neither was I the worst of the lot (That isn’t saying much since the worst of the lot were really, really bad). I fell repeatedly, and then I fell some more. And for good measure repeated the falling bit. I do think I improved slightly during the course of those two hours. We shall see about that this weekend.
Everybody did assure me that no one fell as spectacularly as me, and even if I do say so myself, I fell with a flourish, with a certain je ne sais quoi.
(Gah, took me ten minutes to find the right spelling for that)
This was the thon weekend. It’s something to do with dancers and a cancer charity. I still haven’t quite figured it out yet. I doubt I ever will.
RAW was good mindless fun. Certainly an impressive spectacle. And I’m quite sure that the guy with the mullet sitting next to me was quite sure that all the fighting was authentic. Heh…good mindless fun.
All in all a good time was had by one and all.
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The title has nothing to do with this post. It’s just the song I’m listening to right now.
Oddly I seem to have acquired a case of blogger’s block. Similar to writer’s block, except for the fact that writer’s occasionally do come up with something worthwhile. I naturally leave out Ayn Rand and the rest of her ilk.
Hmmm…My keyboard is a tad dirty, I should clean it now.
No.
Must focus…
Must type out words of wisdom for posterity…
(Ellipsis in the previous lines removed the annoying Word Grammatical error)
Trouble is I have nothing to say. Well, I have lots to say but nothing I would care to read once I wrote. There is nothing I feel passionately enough about that I would care to plug for here. Correction, there are things I am passionate about, but I do not care to share them on this blog.
Have thought about deleting this blog a few times, but I do not think I will. I’ll come back in thirty years and laugh at the nonsense I spouted.
Make that twenty years…or ten.
(Note to the future Rajneesh: Keep track of if you laughed at any of the posts)
I acknowledge Inder’s valiant effect to keep the Monkeys dancing. Onward Bengali soldier.
I’m trying to read Alex Haley’s roots. Gotten past the first few chapters and it seems like a fairly good read. Have gotten side tracked to a bit of Gemmel’s pulp fantasy however.
A friend had come over to my place for dinner on Monday. Naturally RAW was on and he was mocking it. Until the hot women came out, at which point the mocking stopped and the drooling started.
The coming Monday I’ll be watching RAW live at the Bryce Jordan Center. Shelled out fifty bucks for the tickets.
The indoor auditorium here at Penn State is the Bryce Jordan Center affectionately known as the BJC. It’s right next to Beaver Stadium. Even for a mind not as perverted as mine, that should suggest some opportunities for low humor.
And that, gentle reader was today’s pearl of wisdom.
A lesson learnt today, tis easier to give good advice than it is to follow your own good advice.
This has the potential for turning into a long rant, but I shall try to restrain myself.
Sigh, noticed an error in the database. Looking at it right now. WIll get back to this post in a bit.
A few hours later…I’m back.
The answer is an unequivocal no.
The beauty of burning bridges is that they stay burnt.
Back when I make more sense.
The sorrow.
The agony.
Woe ist unto me.
The wailing of women and the gnashing of teeth.
Turmoil and civil strife.
Um…
What did I fail at?
Can you handle the truth gentle reader?
Well…
Um…
Er…
Koff…Koff
Here goes. While baking a cake, do not forget to add the eggs.
Finis.
Not in the philosophical, soul searching sense of the word. More in the “Where the fuck am I?” sense of the word.
Now the details.
Circa January second 2005. Well, no circa, exactly on January second 2005, our intrepid hero (me) decided to return to State College from the wilds of New Jersey (also known as Newark). By Greyhound. Bad idea. (Note to self: next time drive back).
The bus arrives an hour late, and as I enter I hear the driver apologizing to the passengers exiting (debussing?), for the tour of the city. I would later find out what that would mean.
The journey starts of normally enough and I drowse off. I wake up an hour later and we still are not on the freeway. I decide to display mild, drowsy surprise which makes me look like I have been drinking steadily for a few hours.
Our villain (the bus driver) now pulls into a gas station and gets down to ask directions. Not a smart move. For two reasons. The first being that it was Newark, and the second being that the mob (the other passengers) were rapidly becoming very, very restive. Imagine a mob of peasants circa 1692 in Salem, only more violent and bloodthirsty. Baying for blood.
The driver returns and proceeds to get further lost. The mob is now rapidly losing patience, sounds of knives being sharpened and teeth being gnashed can be heard in the fuzzy darkness. Another half hour passes by. Finally, a lady loses her patience and being a native Newarker, begins to shout out directions to the hapless driver. And amazingly we reach I-80 in no time at all.
End of story.
And what was our intrepid hero doing? Laughing his ass off, much to the ire of the rather strait laced dude sitting next to him.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
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Sidebar. Was In NYC for the New Year. Called up the guys on the way to NJ. I must remember not to call up when they are in a group. Tried to get to Times Square but was shut out. Did not get drunk. Had a pretty decent time with two people who I always thought were a bit scary.
I have returned gentle readers, after an extended hiatus caused by Warcraft, that creation of the devil.
(I played with that sentence a bit. I was going to write “…an extended hiatus caused by that creation of the devil, Warcraft”. However of further examining that sentence I realized that it could be misconstrued as me having been ensnared by an unknown creation of the devil named Warcraft.)
A small point. When I write Warcraft I mean the World of Warcraft. End of small point.
As you might have guessed, oh gentle reader, this will be a rather long, wandering and rambling post.
As soon as I typed that sentence out, the words ceased to flow. I nearly went back and changed that sentence to “This will be a rather short and abruptly terminated post.”
I will persevere though for you my loyal audience.
So what do I write?
I have Sinatra’s “Autumn in New York” playing on Winamp in the background, so I suppose I will start with my last trip to that city. That trip took place over the thanksgiving weekend. That is late fall, and so I suppose that that song is really appropriate. (The next song was the “King of wishful thinking”. I won’t even begin to speculate about that.)
Thanksgiving weekend was a blast. I love New York City. As we drove into the city, a DJ on the radio called it the greatest city on Earth. I agree. Bangalore will always be the city closest to my heart, but New York City is…New York City. Hey, I never claimed to be particularly articulate. (Insert grinning emoticon here)
Back to the weekend. First time that I actually spent time in Central Park. Very pretty. (Heh, those three sentences were flagged for incorrect grammar by Word. Ah, for a Wren and Martin). Then we (The other member of the we was Penwala who has the good fortune of living twenty minutes from the city) ended up at a little hole in the wall Indian Restaurant right outside Grand Central Station. The Hurry Burry Curry place or something like that. Incredible rolls.
Hmm…Even by my rather poor standards this has been a particularly incoherent and unstructured rendition. I shall rewind a bit. We shall take this step by step. Stay with me gentle reader.
We left right on the day of Thanksgiving. This is a different “we” from the previous “we”. This we comprised Chinmay aka chauffer and two passengers. Me, being one of the passengers. (For some reason, people do not seem to be eager to see me behind the steering wheel of a car. I wonder why?). Well, this country shuts down on Thanksgiving as people chomp down on their turkeys and …um other Thanksgiving food. We found this out much to our chagrin when we couldn’t find a single place to eat at on the way to New Jersey. I finally had to settle for a candy bar from a friendly vending machine. That is pretty much all I remember about the drive. I was either asleep or pretending to be asleep during most of it.
I have reached that point in the blog where the urge to slack off is almost overwhelming, but I shall still persevere. Onward, atheist soldier.
Continuing the theme of every place being closed on that night, I was forced to have dinner at a “Dunkin Donut”, but this was not just any “Dunkin Donut”. It was a “Dunkin Donut” in New Jersey not owned by a Gujarati. Amazing. Thus ended day one.
The next day was forgettable. Hit a few malls to see if there was anything worth picking up. However, me being a student, everything worth picking up was too expensive or too out of my league. We then drove to Manhattan with the express purpose of doing nothing and just roaming the city. Always a worthwhile endeavor. I should mention that Penwala had seen less of the city than I had. Despite living but twenty minutes from it. Go figure. Roamed central park and had dinner in that place I spoke about. Drank copious amounts of coffee, and had a good time. Oh yes, we got ticketed for parking too long at our spot
My Warcraft addiction hadn’t abated yet, so I carried my laptop with me and managed to get a couple of hours play in each night.
I need help.
Back to the trip. The next day we returned to the city. Roamed about downtown for quite a bit. Had lunch at that same Indian restaurant, and met Crao after a show at the Museum of Natural history (That was the geek’s idea, not mine. I wanted to go the Met). The highlight of the day was a comedy club near Times Square. Clichéd though it may seem to write this, words cannot begin to describe the good time we had there. So…I shall not attempt to describe it (Good way to cop out of writing something…what?). Ended the day with Tiramisu at a disreputable place in little Italy that Crao claimed, from previous experience, was excellent.
He was right.
The final day. Not the end of this rendition, but the final day of the weekend. Three not so enjoyable hours on the Garden State Parkway, because the road was “flooded”, for a hundred feet in two inches of water. That caused traffic to back up for fifteen miles. Pigged out at Edison, quick swing by Daya’s place and we left for home.
This reminds me…I have to call up Daya.
And there you have it gentle reader, Thanksgiving weekend in a nutshell. Nothing much has happened after that. A little explosive self destruction, a couple of forays into the Gaff and Ocean’s twelve. Good fun in the most part.
Sidebar. I completed this account today, a week after I started. In the interim my roommates have left for New Jersey and I personally crept out of the apartment after four days when I did not have to see another human being’s face.
Side sidebar. My Mage is up to level 46.
Final Sidebar. To all my friends in State College, visiting India right now, the weather has been surprisingly good. And I hope that it falls to fifteen below zero when you return.
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