Window Blogging

I never had a traumatic childhood. Well, the usual trauma stuff, you know. Not enough to write a book about or blame everything wrong in my current life on. But I sure as hell am having a traumatic workhood. No not the much publicised recession and the like. This is on a whole different plane altogether. Let me give you a glimpse into what I mean. A friend wanted to order a surprise birthday gift for his fiance but didn't want it delivered to his home, lest she saw it and ruined said surprise. So I volunteered my office address (I'm nice that way). With a warning though, that as long as it wasn't anything kinky, adult-ish, or anything to do with cute pink teddy bears. They're all really the same things. So anyway, I'm working from home on Friday and my colleague calls me asking for some help. I say I'm busy and make a great excuse(I'm always learning from Dilbert). Colleague resorts to threats and then blackmail. Says, she'll tell everyone that she...

I think every profession should date outside their own. Date, marry, make out etc... Make out? Actually, I take that back. How does it matter who you make out with, but the dating and marrying bit stands. Fair? It just makes it more exciting and entertaining. You last longer. And the more far removed the professions the better. Upto a certain extent ofcourse. On a different tangent, I read something somewhere recently and it’s been bothering me. Some economists had been crying hoarse about the average person living beyond his means, before the crisis as we know it happened. But almost every scientist has been crying hoarse about us living beyond our environmental means and destroying the world, with our way of living. And unfortunately, mother nature doesn’t do bailouts. Isn't that a bothersome concept now?

Suddenly I realise that there are a ton of movies releasing this year that I can't wait to watch. - X-men - GI Joe - Inglourious Basterds - Harry Potter - Angels and Demons - 2012 - Star Trek - Ice Age 3 - Crank 2 (sounds horrible but I love Jason Statham, man) - Gomorroah - 9 - Watchmen. Ah Watchmen. You know, if the movie industry fucks this one up (again), I will lose faith in hollywood forever. I will send a dead horse’s head to the director, I will. It somehow makes even the apocalyptically inclined news that's been showering on us off late, bearable now. It's all good.