Sunday, March 23, 2008

Article whodunnit states that i hve have the right to complain...and hence, i must

To my many friends, both known and unknown, wherever you may be, I submit these thoughts for your consideration. For practical reasons, I have to confine my discussion to areas that have received insufficient public attention or in which I have something new to say. Mr. Kurt Kessler Dias's dupes all look like Kurt, think like Kurt, act like Kurt, and prevent me from getting my work done, just like Kurt does. And all this in the name of -- let me see if I can get their propaganda straight -- brotherhood and service. I've got a beef with Mr. Kurt Kessler Dias. To get immediately to the point, Kurt's plans for the future are evil. They're evil because they cause global warming; they make your teeth fall out; they give you spots; they incite nuclear war. And I realize the difficulty that the average person has in coming to grips with that, but he says that he is clean and bright and pure inside. You know, he can lie as much as he wants but he can't change the facts. If he could, he'd surely prevent anyone from hearing that I, not being one of the many indelicate election-year also-rans of this world, respect the English language and believe in the use of words as a means of communication. Contemptible people like him, however, consider spoken communication as merely a set of noises uttered to excite emotions in the most indecent tyrants you'll ever see in order to convince them to deplete the ozone layer. Now for some parting advice: Look at the facts. Analyze the arguments. Think about the motives of the people who are telling you that going through the motions of working is the same as working. And have confidence in yourself. Remember, Mr. Kurt Kessler Dias's hagiographic adoration of colonialism is obviously sickening.. In the beginning of this post, I promised you details, but now I'm running out of space. So here's one detail to end with: Mr. Kurt Kessler Dias thinks there should be a law prohibiting people from saying any harsh or unkind things against him.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Today is a very special day...but i feel horrible. Its raining...coincidence?...i think not.
I think he's right about the rain theory...I think i'm right about my theories.
I think of what to wear, the gild tell me that i should wear something special... i ask "whats the the point?"
I have 40 tickets to sell...thanks to a current mindset thats driving me insane...squeezed myself out of a play production that i had absolutely no intention of directing.... bought a t shirt from a random guy just coz i didn't want to say no..
Somethings happening, and rapidly so...sinking? not the right word...
And don't even get me started on 'words'...sometimes i wish we could just dive into sign language unquestioned...just so that it could make things easier...for me.
Selfish as that may sound....isn't that the edict we're looking for?

Wednesday, March 12, 2008


Im sitting here emulating the likes of a tree...yes a tree...donned in green and to top it off, i don a pair of cow printed shorts...feel all greenpeac-ie ...whats most disturbing and yet delightful is the fact is that it is raining outside.
March 12th and its raining...hmmm... much to a 'L's" consternation, the rain doesnt seem to stop....'the world is comin to an end' she says to her mom...
i could go on on an endless tirade about how the earth needs our help but i dont feel opinionated right chilling here in my 'tree' attire listenin to dave matthews - lie in our graves....hmmm now the i write it i begin to realize how apt it is for this moment...
Beyond the squeals of women who are excited at the tiniest of occasions...i cant help but feel sad about certain things.
'L' bribes me with chocolate to clean the room...i do the cute act and get away with it...she knows it...she'll call me an ass once she reads this...
I know tomorrow i will wake up to a bemired water closet...mangled with the high pitched rendition of hindi songs...strangely enough...mehbooba tires none...hmmm

Saturday, March 1, 2008

nothing against the Americans..but thot this was FUNNIE!

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Lame attempt at wishing a certain someone a craazy happy kurt, it isnt you...
and yes, i do wish it was my birthday.