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Well, so everyone knows I am lazy, which is an understatement.
Baja has evolved some new theory that we are fence-sitters, which would make me indecisve, but the more I think of it, being lazy, late, gluttonous and fabulously egotistic are quite important and extreme decisions that one would make after giving it a very long thought.
Nevertheless, I watched the first 14 episodes of Lost with increasing interest. The more I think about it, the more I think that TV has some aversion to ample-breasted women. Since when did skinny women become eye candy for the general population? Is anaemia suddenly cool? I mean, when I was growing up, you would see the stick thin ramp models and look at them in respectful awe, but wasn't the hourglass figured woman supposed to be The woman? How long was I out?
The Dude's in Hong Kong, headed for Shenzen (however you spell it) by now, I suppose. I hope his flu hasn't worsened. There's nothing worse than having to travel when you are sick, least of all, to China. I just hope he doesn't bring down the Chinese folks down with whatever he's carrying, because if you think the bird flu was bad, you've hardly seen anything yet. Ask Reddy for the symptoms of the Dude flu, and he'll tell you in vivid detail. I've had the fortune of watching the Dude flu take over a man's body and mind for two days, and I really felt bad for the Dude.
Dude, if you're reading this, your comp's fucked. Remember it royally refused to boot and gave a blank screen when you moved into my place? Same shit's happening again. I booted it sans the LCD, but it rejects pings, so I don't know if you've raised that shitty Windows firewall or your comp's fucked royally.
I tried watching Naruto from Bill's CDs; that tyke is getting to me as well now, or it's just the frustration of being unable to watch Lost, I don't know. Basically the evening's ruined. I guess I'll go and teach Gandabhai Popatlal some new tricks. Considering Gandabhai is a she, I guess she should be a Gandaben. I've encountered a couple of Gandabhais in my time in Mumbai, but never a Gandaben, though. I really don't want to name her Kayla. I am thinking of naming the cat Margarette, or maybe Cigarette, while I'm at it.
Fresh blood will be drawn this Friday night at NTU. If you're vampirical, Indian and have had anything to do with NTU, join Reddy and me as we descend upon our hallowed alma mater to strike terror into the weak hearts of the striplings from India. I'm feeling Orochimaru-ish right now.
Well, so everyone knows I am lazy, which is an understatement.
Baja has evolved some new theory that we are fence-sitters, which would make me indecisve, but the more I think of it, being lazy, late, gluttonous and fabulously egotistic are quite important and extreme decisions that one would make after giving it a very long thought.
Nevertheless, I watched the first 14 episodes of Lost with increasing interest. The more I think about it, the more I think that TV has some aversion to ample-breasted women. Since when did skinny women become eye candy for the general population? Is anaemia suddenly cool? I mean, when I was growing up, you would see the stick thin ramp models and look at them in respectful awe, but wasn't the hourglass figured woman supposed to be The woman? How long was I out?
The Dude's in Hong Kong, headed for Shenzen (however you spell it) by now, I suppose. I hope his flu hasn't worsened. There's nothing worse than having to travel when you are sick, least of all, to China. I just hope he doesn't bring down the Chinese folks down with whatever he's carrying, because if you think the bird flu was bad, you've hardly seen anything yet. Ask Reddy for the symptoms of the Dude flu, and he'll tell you in vivid detail. I've had the fortune of watching the Dude flu take over a man's body and mind for two days, and I really felt bad for the Dude.
Dude, if you're reading this, your comp's fucked. Remember it royally refused to boot and gave a blank screen when you moved into my place? Same shit's happening again. I booted it sans the LCD, but it rejects pings, so I don't know if you've raised that shitty Windows firewall or your comp's fucked royally.
I tried watching Naruto from Bill's CDs; that tyke is getting to me as well now, or it's just the frustration of being unable to watch Lost, I don't know. Basically the evening's ruined. I guess I'll go and teach Gandabhai Popatlal some new tricks. Considering Gandabhai is a she, I guess she should be a Gandaben. I've encountered a couple of Gandabhais in my time in Mumbai, but never a Gandaben, though. I really don't want to name her Kayla. I am thinking of naming the cat Margarette, or maybe Cigarette, while I'm at it.
Fresh blood will be drawn this Friday night at NTU. If you're vampirical, Indian and have had anything to do with NTU, join Reddy and me as we descend upon our hallowed alma mater to strike terror into the weak hearts of the striplings from India. I'm feeling Orochimaru-ish right now.
1 comment:
name the cat pussie and get lol from the women did you ever call a cat pussie in a room full of women.
cat names are at cat web sites.
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