Wednesday, February 28, 2007

ah, the wholesome old days

When it come to porn a lot of people tend to forget that once upon a time there was no internet for us ex-teenagers. We had to rely on tv for our needs. In the early days of StarTV it was very hard to tell whether a particular show or movie would have any sexually explicit material. It took a real effort to get the goods back then.

That's right, when flipping desperately through channels you have to keep your senses aware for critical visual information such as bits of skin or underwear or perhaps a plot element such as some romantic intrigue in the making etc. The hunt is not always fruitful and many a promising bedroom scene balked at removing bras or would lamely pan to window. Bastards. But then after all the effort there was that brief exquisite moment when the tenuous young whippersnapper was rewarded with the sight of a bit of boob or two.

Even now I think the TV booby flash is so much more important than the mass of free porn one can get from the internet. Many a good movie has been seen (by accident) waiting for the booby flash. Nothing like a good booby flash I say.

Anyway you young whippersnappers need a pointer or two in how to watch unsavoury material in a family living room. Face it there are no locked doors for the tv chamber. People can come in at anytime to ruin your shit. All you want is a little peace to absorb some images and take them with you to a private place like the bathroom. Is that too much to ask for? Heck no, so here's what you got to do.

Choose a time when people traffic is low and smut levels are higher. Night is definitely good. Late night better. Identify the chosen program or channel. For illustrative purposes let us choose the notorious FTV. A good hunter must know his prey.

Make sure you are familiar with the remote. After setting the channel to FTV, flip directly to a safety channel. Some sort of tv show or cricket match or mtv whatever. Practice using the 'Last' button to hop between the two channels. A good hunter must learn how to camouflage and must be one with his weapon. Er.. the remote.

Turn the volume low then set it on mute. You must develop supreme 'flee' reflexes to hop to the safety channel whenever you fear the intrusion of family or servants. Now you must unmute as quickly when you switch, as watching tv on mute is suspicious. Take note of the need to keep the volume low so that when you unmute, there is no sudden sound changes that could set off alarm bells. The advanced booby flash hunter will also learn to flip a channel one up or down upon retreating to the safety channel. E.g. Flip from FTV to StarSports and press +channel to CNN and then back to StarSports. What this does is ensure that no one can flashback to FTV. Practice and it will be one smooth motion. A good hunter must learn to cover his trail.

A small but unexpected earthquake hit Delhi at night. Most of us ran outside. (please note that my dog snoozed through it thus proving animals have no 'sixth sense' and are utterly useless). One friend said the first thing he did was hunt for the remote. He had to change the channel before saving himself. A good hunter must have his priorities straight.

Go forth young hunter and heed my advice and don't forget to wash your hands.





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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

happy chinese new year!

The chinese new year is around the corner and on that day the year of the dog becomes the year of the pig. More specifically the fire dog turns over operations to the fire boar. Now both a fire dog and fire boar are evocative of tasty food but there is a special significance to this cycle of the chinese zodiac calendar beyond better tasting ham for this coming year.

You see, for the smallest amount of time, a tiny minuscule instance, there will be a blending of the two zodiacal signs. In that special Taoist un-time it will be neither dog nor pig alone but both and more. This is a sacred and spiritual time beloved of all who follow this zodiac. The ancient chinese called it the moment of the schweinhund.

turds.


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Friday, February 16, 2007

The Booger of the Boogercissus

Gather round chillun, this be the story of how leopard got his spots and how elephant got a trunk and why giraffe has a such a long neck and why crocodiles live in the water and why hippos do not fly and why parrots are green and why snakes crawl on the ground like common snakes. Here you will learn about so many more things you always wondered about animals.

Tell me chillun, why you think leopard has spots? Is it because the first of the leopards got measles? Should I tell you that all snakes crawl because the first snake lost his legs in a gamble with the wise old monkey? Yes child, speak up, do you think the first of the hippos lived in a tree till it ate too much? Come now chillun I will tell you how all these things came to be. Its evolution OK? Evolution. Yeah didn't see that coming did you, numb-nuts?

Anyway I'll tell you another story. This is the story of why when you quoth the booger, all he can say is "cee".

One fine day the booger was strolling down the street when a fairy godmother appeared before him and told him he could have one wish. Anything he desired would be his.

Barry jumped up and down in joy, he rubbed his hands in glee and rolled around in some gobar. His brow furrowed as he thought for a moment and then he declared with appropriate hand gesture and half-pants.

"I vant metallica's unforgiwen. Cee!"

and even as he said the last part of his sentence, the fairy godmother bitch smacked him upside the head so hard that from that day forth he could only say 'cee'.

Some of you may be dismayed by the lack of intellectual meat in that story. Fair enough, let me put forth a worthy discussion for you. How come Miso soup, chicken broth, bouillons etcs are considered 'food' while other similarly clear or light liquids (served warm and not sweetened) such as green tea, black coffee and the original cocoa form are not? Its quite interesting. Well here's something for you toddlers to chew on. If you took a bowl of  boiling water and farted over it, would the resulting concoction be considered a 'food', ie. fart soup or a 'drink' ,steamed fart tea? Enjoy!




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Thursday, February 15, 2007

First Impressions

First Impressions can be deceiving. There are layers within layers and while some interactions can be initially confusing and even somewhat unpleasant, it behooves one to make the effort to get to the core and grok that which you are trying to understand (goddamn you robert heinlein for creating a spectacularly useful if not nerdy word in an otherwise retarded novel). Behold this holy anecdotal tale of an anecdote.

And so it was with me and Take 5. At first bite it was lumpy and inconsistent with unexpected flavours. It tasted like some weirdass crunchy sweet salty weird ass thing. It being a Hershey's candy, I immediately denounced it as nasty and catering to quirky niche tastes. Then in a time of chocolate shortage, I was forced to reassess the candy and reintroduce myself to it. It was then that I realized the truth that it was an entire pretzel covered with chocolate. This is not a chocolate covered pretzel, my friends. It is a fully armed and operational salty pretzel that is completely and lovingly cocooned in chocolate. Thus the powers of chocolate and pretzel are synergised into one delightful eating experience. This is not a chocolate covered pretzel you assholes, its like eating a pretzel and a chocolate.

Remember pupils, in life we must strive to seek the pretzel within one another and not be discouraged by the salty tasting parts. Thats right, bond with the salty tasting parts...


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Monday, February 12, 2007

Do the shuffle!

doo doo do doo doo do

that incidentally is a phonetic rendition of the 'Do the Hustle' tune.

Anyway, only two kinds of people do the shuffle. No, drunk people do not shuffle, they stagger. old people dont shuffle either. they just walk slowly, cautiously and creakily.

Anyway, only homeless people and zombies shuffle. Thats right, if you arent homeless or a zombie or a homeless zombie you cannot do the shuffle.

If I was homeless, I would eat at McDonald's. They have a nice new dietary chart which lists nutritional value for their food. The number of calories ranges from a few hundred to a few thousand. I bet you could get 10,000 calories for five bucks or less. Go McD go! thats value for money for all you poor people out there. ungrateful turds.

Speaking of turds, my grandpappy always used to say you've never really known a city unless you've taken a dump there. Actually he said nothing of the sort. It would be cool though if someones grandpappy did say that.  Therefore, henceforth and from tommorow onwards I shall add that as number three of my motto's in life:

1. "Do nothing unless you must, and when you must act -- hesitate."
2. "Put your knickers on and make me a cup of tea!"
3. "You've never really known a city unless you've pooped there."

Well those aren't all mottoes but its the code of honour I must live by. And one day my grandchildren will be able to say "as my grandpappy always used to say..."

yarr, it warm my heart to hear the wee ones say that, bless those little turds.




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Tuesday, February 06, 2007

The pigeons at St. Marks

Some random article and lunchtime office talk centred around feeding pigeons in Venice.

Yes quite lovely, you hold out food and the adorable feathered vermin use you as a shitpost while spreading diseases and their moral turpitude.

Now if we could only do the same in New York, life would be wonderful.

I envision a day when children can stand in an open square while plague delivering rats cling to them. Pretty women can laugh melodiously as cockroaches swarm on them laying eggs. Bring your fiancee or grandma or lesser loved adopted child and frolic!

Quick! Take a picture for the folks back home!

Ah, one day the dream will come true. One day...



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Monday, February 05, 2007

And so...

And so after a few hours of office time on the weekend, I decided to reward myself with an office beer. The office beer choices being office Guinness bottle, office Heineken mini keg and office Coors tallboy. Feeling guilty about consuming office alcohol I went for the cheapest and least desirable of them all, the office Coors tallboy.

I had four sips before I poured it down the office kitchen sink. And so it was the worst office beer ever.

And so despite one of the parsee's assertion that it could not be done, I have managed to shit without peeing. This is an important moment in the history of mankind's achievement.

"WOULD YOU START THE FANS PLEASE"

And so we are now reminded of the most important words that can be uttered by a sadistic bald man dressed in a strange coat.






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