what happens when an irresistible force meets an immovable object?
we drink.
last Saturday was fucked up. woke up from a dreamless sleep and had a sudden alcohol craving. radioed HMS rahul and rajat (when it's 6 am/and you need some booze/ who you gonna call?!) and sure enough, the bitch was drinking. here's a valuable 'life-lesson' about downing vodka shots early in the morning: don't do it. Unless you're an immovable object that believes in knurdness.
spent the day recovering and watching yes, minister and that 70s show. and being the damn fool that i am, somehow felt like watching roop ki rani and chooro ka raja. what a stinker! it made me ache for good cinema so much that i ended up watching infernal affairs, paradise now, thank you for smoking (great movie and also a good title to frustrate your friends when playing hangman at work) over the next two days.
a few days back i saw clerks 2. it must have been the alcohol but i loved this movie so much, it hurts. then again, i fell asleep during that sunset( Or sunrise? probably both) movie after shouting "are they gonna fuck or not?!!" so i'm no expert. all i know is this sort of exchange totally destroys me:
Dante Hicks: You wouldn't wanna be with a girl with an oversized clit?
Randal Graves: No! 'cause the next stop is a guy with an undersized dick!
randal and dante are the greatest! randal actually gets worked up and loses his supreme don't-give-a-fuck attitude - it's too brilliant and moving to watch. sad but true - one of those joyless fucks who review movies for a living actually walked out of this one just because there was donkey sex in it (hey fucko! we like to call it inter-species erotica).
okay, it must have been the alcohol.
we drink.
last Saturday was fucked up. woke up from a dreamless sleep and had a sudden alcohol craving. radioed HMS rahul and rajat (when it's 6 am/and you need some booze/ who you gonna call?!) and sure enough, the bitch was drinking. here's a valuable 'life-lesson' about downing vodka shots early in the morning: don't do it. Unless you're an immovable object that believes in knurdness.
spent the day recovering and watching yes, minister and that 70s show. and being the damn fool that i am, somehow felt like watching roop ki rani and chooro ka raja. what a stinker! it made me ache for good cinema so much that i ended up watching infernal affairs, paradise now, thank you for smoking (great movie and also a good title to frustrate your friends when playing hangman at work) over the next two days.
a few days back i saw clerks 2. it must have been the alcohol but i loved this movie so much, it hurts. then again, i fell asleep during that sunset( Or sunrise? probably both) movie after shouting "are they gonna fuck or not?!!" so i'm no expert. all i know is this sort of exchange totally destroys me:
Dante Hicks: You wouldn't wanna be with a girl with an oversized clit?
Randal Graves: No! 'cause the next stop is a guy with an undersized dick!
randal and dante are the greatest! randal actually gets worked up and loses his supreme don't-give-a-fuck attitude - it's too brilliant and moving to watch. sad but true - one of those joyless fucks who review movies for a living actually walked out of this one just because there was donkey sex in it (hey fucko! we like to call it inter-species erotica).
okay, it must have been the alcohol.
