Goal Number Two

Keep the creative alive.

Goal Number One.

Move.

Ranty Martins

would have been cooler as an angry journalist, rather than the known-only-by-i-league-lovers footballer that he is. Have you heard of him? Thought not.

Anyhoo, I've a rant for you.

Ever notice someone talking to you, or yourself talking to someone about the weather? I mean worthless, filler conversation like, "Ooh, dont you love this weather we're having?" or "Isn't it really dry/humid/hot/cold these days?" Pointless, really. And I know that I'm never going to have a conversation that's worth my time (or theirs) as long as this topic keeps popping up. I hate talking about the weather--as if that isn't obvious already. If it were up to me, and it is only about half of the time, I'd find something more interesting to point out. Ever look out and value the cars passing by on the road? I once counted one crore in about five seconds--largely thanks to the S class that passed by. I've really given up talking about the weather. You'll never find me bringing it up, unless I'm making a statement about how I feel about it. I do not want to know what you think about the weather. I'm human, (close to) physically normal, and I know that it's dry/humid/hot/cold/wet.

I like ranting, but I find myself at my most inane and least likely to make a logical point when I am. It's probably just that I hold it in, complaining to myself about it for so long, that I reach a point where I'm still in conversation with myself, just voicing it out, as opposed to thinking up both sides of the conversation. Ergo, you hear points that have been derived from logical statements, but seem to bear no resemblance to logic when pulled out of context, out of chronological order.

Oh, forget it. I'm just in a ranting mood. Have a nice weekend. I hear we're gonna have lovely weather on Sunday.

:)

Btw, momentous occasion happening here. Posting from home after aeons.

Hair today....erm... not really.

So I shaved my head yesterday. Just so you know.
Most people think it looks cool--although their smiles while telling me so make me doubt their honesty. On the other hand, some people screamed in horror and some died on the spot, the glare of the sun being magnified off my shiny pate. But there was this one guy. This one guy I got more ticked off by than all the other laughers and starers. Guess what this wiseass says...
"You shouldn't have gotten it done."
All I could think right then was, geez, dude, thanks for the timely advice. What kind of person comes and tells you that you did the wrong thing, if it can't be easily undone? Nobody thinks before they speak these days. Some people don't say things they should (because they clearly haven't worked out the ramifications of keeping mum) and some people say things they REALLY shouldn't (because they clearly haven't worked out the ramifications of blabbing out things).
(Some eight hours later...)
Meh... forget it. Not that pissed off right now...
(And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a day changes me.)

Sorry...

I'm sorry. I've cheated on you. I've been thinking about another blog; and, only recently, I made it. I still want to make this work. Tell me how...

© Randall Munroe Check out http://www.xkcd.com/ . Insanely funny.

Where's the Ouija board?

They spook,
they spy,
they look through one eye.

They peek,
they sneak,
while you're off on a leak.

But did you know,
they glow,
when they see what you show?

And did you know,
they smile,
after they've been here a while?

No,
not really, no,
but I wish they'd tell me so.

P.S.: Inspired by Gauri's comment on Old News V. Verbal diarrhoea, I think it's called. The only horn I'm blowing here is my own, undoubtedly. But then again, it's what I'm best at. ; )