At this moment, there is no greater regret I have than that of being a blogaphile. Or should it be blogabuser? Unfortuantely, the tranquility that blogging/clogging/blurfing provides can be counter productive. This happens when one prefers the serenity of blogging/clogging/blurfing to some hard productive work. Blogging should never be a substitute for ones true passions.
Thats's that. It's been blogged. I will only return when I've put things right! farewell.
I lost my notes on the Final Year Projects on Sunday :( I think i dropped it outside APIIT, and some thieving bastard walked away with it! I know nothing about the projects now. Make that less than nothing! I never knew much to begin with! That notebook acted as a pensieve - a means by which i can get rid off some of the mess in my mind. So now the mess is niether in my mind nor anywhere i can get at! Thank God!
So much to blurf, so little time. The story of my life. Why is it that the craving to indulge is inversely proportional to the time one is given? I suspect that the reality is that I grossly misuse the time given and hence... Yes, THAT, ofcourse, is it! Here I am, 35 minutes away from a lecture and guess what I'm doing?
Blogging clogging and blurfing. I cannot recall how this madness started but it has undoubtedly taken hold of most of us. I concede that for the most part, it has been more than therapeutic, it has been a means of expression (for those subjects for which we have inhibitions for verbal expression), it has been a way of connecting with some wonderful people, albiet a bunch of wierdos. It has been fun!
Blogging has become more than a thing you do. It's become a way of life. Unfortunately, I've begun to find this slightly depressing if not mildly disturbing.
Are we controlling our blogg or is the blogg controlling us?
This Blaffidavit applies to all persons recieving gmail invitations.
1. I solemnly promise to keep mum on the identity of the wonderful person who so graciously invited me to the hallowed accounts of gmail. ( This is to protect the inviter from bodily harm)
2. I solemnly promise to be a faithful blogger and to be a positive contributor to the blogger community, by posting regular updates to my blogg. ( This is to enhance the blurfing experience of all bloggers)
3. I solemnly promise to express my gratitude towards my wonderful benefactor in the form of comestibles. (This needs no explanation)
This blaffidavit will be considered signed, if it is clogged in the following manner, using your blogger ID.
I solemnly promise to keep all of the solemn promises stated in this solemn blaffidavit.
Disclaimer: Clogging as specified above will not gaurantee a gmail account. The author of this blogg will accept no responsibility towards the non invitation or invitation for a gmail account.
To Invite or not to invite, that is the question. On the one hand letting these non bloggers enjoy the trappings of gmail seems so icky. But then, should I not, spread the good word, enlighten the benighted? Should I not be compassionate, benevolent? Should I not try to feel the pain of not being able to gmail? It's easy to see which argument will win the day.
Bloody Hell!!!! Got a flat while coming to work! It's no big deal really, but get real! how bloody absurd! Look at the things that one is forced to do when this happens.
1. Get startled by a trishaw fella coming really close to Christina and yelling.
2. Attempt to understand what on earth the guy is shouting about, through closed shutters, over the blare of Gold FM & Christinas silencer.
3. Decipher said trishaw guys sign language, and finally realise that I have a flat
4. Find space to pull over in a no parking zone.
5. Get Jack
6. Loosen bolts
7. Jack up car
8. Remove wheel
9. Put spare wheel
10. Store punctured tire
11. Unjack car & store various wheel changing parphenalia
12. Wash Hands
13. Drive of slightly ticked off
Why am i not surprised its 13 steps???? But seriously 13 @##!!@@@##!! steps?? Not to mention the hassle of getting a patch(valve replacement) done.
Are there no automobile engineers with an ounce of sanity? Did they ever study UML?
Mad Analysis & Design. Thanks, bru for the recursive definition! It never occured to me, till now that is, that thinking Object Oriented is a bit kooky. I mean, this subject should never be taught to kids - if you don't want wacko kids going on about imaginary friends named itemsADODBRecordset.
Should it be taught at all? I dunno. On one hand these chaps are progressing from SAD to MAD - which is an improvment. Is an unhinged student, a happy student? I dunno. I've always had the suspicion that lunatics were somehow happier people. Will I be creating a colony of rabid raving cuckoos? Will the world be a better place with 30 odd more cranks? Will this increase their quality of life and general well being? Will it help them obtain good grades? Is insanity a requirement for good academic performance? I mean what about John Nash? Hmmmm.... education the progression from mild sanity to deranged insanity - Has a nice ring to it.
Braitor - otherwise known as a blog traitor. This term describes a dispicable being who bloggs only with the narrow intention of obtaining a gmail account.
Boy, did Einstein put his finger on it when he said, "There are only two things that are infinite, The universe and human stupidity; and the universe I'm not sure about."
1. It is A.ok to 'be inspired' by a blogg - look and feel, and reproduce it. Why re-invent the wheel? adapt and improve!
2. It is unethical to leave an anonymous blogg. One Caveat - flirting.
I feel the urge to blogg or customize the blogg a bit, but guilt is finally catching up with me (sigh). There is only so much fudging that one is allowed - oh for an unlimited fudge quota!
It is now 8:27 p.m. One Nasi Goreng and 2 disprins later, I am still at square one. How long can i keep it up? Dr. M, just before leaving office, asks in a very worried voice "Now, how will you do all this?" I felt sorry for him . Onwards, let me find another way of wasting time!!!
Search no further for a procrastination/ laziness gene
My day at apiit began at 10:00 a.m. And during the course of the day, I was supposed to:
1. Finalize PI marks
2. Mark 4 project reports
3. Assess 4 more reports
4. Do some groundwork on webservices
5. Set up .Net on Medusa
6. Set up turnitin in accounts
It is now 4:08 p.m. and I have not accomplished, nor even embarked on, nay not even thought of embarking on any one of those blighted tasks.
Here's a list of what I've done
1. Posted a coupla bloggs
2. Drafted a coupla bloggs
3. Customized my blogg by shameless plagiarism
4. Provided absolutely unhelpful advice to various unfortunate students who sadly(for them) still have some sort of misguided trust in me for god knows what reason.
5. Contemplated the fact that I talk too much in class, with students, with admin staff... well i yak tooo much period!
Do you think I'll get paid if a volunteer for an experiment on the laziness gene?
Blurfing - or Blog Surfing. This is a fun activity where one sets apart quality time for the perusal of known bloggs. This will somtimes provide ammo for Bliddin/Cliddin , another fun activity.
Clogging - The act of creating a Clog. Pls refer Clog.
Clog - Sometimes known as a blogg comment.
Bliddin - to mock or playfully tease a blogger based on the contents of his/her blog.
Usage: I'm just bliddin u, man!
Cliddin - to mock or playfully tease a blogger based on the contents of his/her clogs.
Usage:Same as in Bliddin.
Automobiles - A sign of progress?? yeah right! <dripping sarcasm>
I would prefer a drunken donkey to a leaky psychopathic lesbian car any day!
Did I not mention that Christina is a lesbian? She has this unwholesome habit of trying very hard to be intimate with other cars - I'm told that all cars are female. Even after getting her new shoes - break shoes - she still insists on testing the shoes - break shoes - of her peers. What's this thing with girls and shoes anyway???
That brings up another issue, these female driver puns - Totally, Totally uncalled for! It's the car for christs sake - it's the car! Ofcourse the car being female and all.........
But I digress. Who's the idiot who invented these things anyway? Daimler? Ford? I curse their whole family(ies)! ancestors descendents the whole lot! may they rot in .... a smelly humid hot garage for all eternity.
Devoting time to care for a hunk of tin - what kind of demented/twisted mentality would call that progress? Shopping for frivolous car accessories - where's the edge guys had over gals in shopping(NOT)? gone... all gone in a whiff of exhaust smoke. sigh!!
And why in the name of all that is engineering did they not come up with an integral unit? sparkplugs, filters, gaskets, frips frops and trips..... sheeesh.
Why oh WHY am I buying a car alarm? Someone making off(or making out, whatever) with Christina would give me back my freedom wouldn't it?
The one thing that this sordid episode proves is that females(animate or inanimate) continue to drive unsuspecting males towards hopelessly rash and spectacularly stupid decisions! When will we learn?