sniff

i god a code.

even though i'm not, these days i feel like i'm

in a movie
resucing something terribly important
in need of a root canal
abandoned
wasting time
overfed
long-haired
still standing

bumbled jumbled

fumbled
stumbled
grumbled

i did.

now what?

cut to scene 2. screenplay?

rhymee

tanushris: no.
word of the day
"o."
dedicated to nash, no, and greenpeace


nash paul: Springfield, Or Bobby Got A Shadfly Caught In His Hair - Sufjan Stevens
nash: greenpeace?
the turtles issue thats why?
and no as in 'o. no.'


tanushris: no as in rhyming with o
greenpeace because of green weed
which brings peace :)


nash: o.
thats lame.
i think it should wholly be dedicated to me.


tanushris: (deepak) i know, it's a shame


nash paul: The Mistress Witch From McClure (Or, The Mind That Knows Itself) - Sufjan Stevens
nash: (nash) just like another crying game


tanushris: or a child who forgot his name


nash: (nash) and for this who do we blame


tanushris: god... or the sake of his fame


nash: his? who said its not a dame?


tanushris: i think they're both the same


nash: and then sahil came into the frame

can't stand.com

i jumped in the river and what did I see?
black-eyed angels swimming with me
a moon full of stars and astral cars
all the figures i used to see
all my lovers were there with me
all my past and futures
and we all went to heaven in a little row boat

there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

- pyramid song, radiohead

men!

"ingrid was very patient, willing to put up with odd behaviour in the hope that someday i'd marry her martyred ass. and when somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful. and then you want to hurt them."

- the time traveler's wife, audrey niffenegger

new language

i have a new language now.

html
htmlizer
(noun, singular)
jpeg
gif
(i know the difference)
flash
asp
xml
.net
(that's pronounced dotnet)
ajax
(that's fun to say)
adapt
resize
animate
optimize
wireframe
sitemap
workflow
nav
(never navigation. always just nav.)
crop
redesign
redo
rework
rerun

and after all the tuggingpullingpushing myself to fit into this niche, these eleven girlies walk in today and ruin everything. bloody space monkeys. kids these days i tell you. no loyalty. no bookmarks. insanely short attention span. no plans. i worry for them, i do.

and i have no idea what i do anymore. or why.

and last night i saw a ghost. no, really.

and, just by the way, where have all the words gone?

pack-up

today i learnt, to some people, pus tastes like peanut butter. people are so marvellous in the small ways.

look one way or another, we all seem like tiny bits of foolish mixed with not-so-bad. and that seems to be the best anybody gets around these parts. there's no one to blame for it. which makes the whole mess in our heads that much messier.

we're all covers, dying to be judged, with no book inside to read. just some opinions about the taste of pus. and a mother of a pain in our gums.

that should do for now.

ting tong.

a concubine is a pink pineapple

find pink pineapples. and the day you do, eat them. and write about them. and take pictures of them. and paint them. and stand aside and watch them objectively and take sides in all the arguments. take a stand. stand up. be aware. be lonely. be you. be everyone.

know everything. see everything. notice yourself. amaze yourself. disappoint yourself. disappoint everyone.

because people with cavities aren't scared of dentists.

word of the day

the
thhe
thhee
theyye
thaayye

dedicated to lotus sketcher, village dweller, chappal wearer.