check this out !!!!!!!

http://www.wavecrest.org.uk/wavecrest/Quest%20tease%2010.htm

damn you

i have two moods, rad and fuckin furious

rolf

i love this shyte!!!!!

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laying on the terrace on tshirt blanket these days with roomie is my new favorite thing in the world.

...!!!!!!...???(*&%^&$^*)

i miss meself!!!!!!!

batdorks

a mate of mine sent me this mail after reading my blog on batman and the status message on facebook bail.

"Allow me to guess the events of the last 24 hours at your house:
1) After weeks of planning, you realize you've outgrown the Batman footie pajamas from your childhood that you had your mom ship to your apartment.

2) To reconcile this, you spent the hours leading up to midnight on an elliptical machine while wearing ankle weights and a black cape.

3) Several hours later when the footie pajamas still didn't fit, you "gave in" and pinned it to your pants and referred to it as your "Man Dick Cover" when anyone gave you a strange look at the theater. The words "Why you lookin' at my Man Dick Cover? Yeeeaaaahhhhh." left your lips more than once.

4) Three hours of Batman.

5) Six hours of crying and stenciling your new Heath Ledger "In Memoriam" tattoo.

6) Getting said tattoo.

7) Re-donning your Man Dick Cover and doing it all over again, only this time with more swearing."



i felt sick man................

a conversation between friends

after one of my fav friday gigs we were about to leave. jason was looking off into the distance. after saying his name a few times, he turned around and this is what went down:

me: what are you doing?
jason: have you ever seen ruby in paradise? it stars ashley judd and it's from 1993.
me: no?
jason: well, it's a really good movie and there's this scene were ashley judd's character is staring out of a window and the breeze is hitting her face and she's really thankful for everything she has. i was just trying to create that moment for myself.

and THAT is what i have been looking for all me life.

Batman....then and now.....forever

the next time you're walking down crime alley mugging or thieving or killing waiting for a middle aged man in an outrageous costume to kick your butt, i want you to remember something. that middle aged man might say something cliched. or he might not. but when he's done with you, you're not going to be laughing, make no mistake about it

- in your darkest hour, ganja. toldja, didn’t i?! (what do you mean ‘get a life’? it’s not like anyone else is queuing up to quote me)

yes, mr. joker sir, i think he's going to wipe that plastic smile off your face, sir except i don't think you figure in the movie.. i can see him on top of one of gotham's numerous high-rises. or at least his silhouette. and when he says "i am vengeance. i am the night. i.am. batman.", i can smell the stink of your fear rising up through gotham's mean streets. but look at the dark side. at least it's better than getting busted by an overgrown boy scout.

then

if you're a gotham city criminal, it is simply your lot in life to suffer.

in the sixties, adam west would foil your devious plans by inflicting cruel laughing fits. you would have him and that boy brat, robin, dangling over a pit of toxic chemicals, with a snowball's chance in hell of escaping.

all you had to do was flip the switch.

but, no, you had to savor your triumph. you had to gloat and stick your tongue out at the two of '.em .mr. narrator would intone something like

'what will the caped crusader do this time? will batman and Robin escape? or will the joker have the last laugh? Find out tomorrow!!'.

after a good night's sleep, batman would suddenly recall that he has a voice activated bat-sock-it-to-those-bastards-belt that emits this migraine inducing sound wave. you and your underlings keel over; batsy and robin hand out a few knuckle sandwiches biff!

thug 1 goes flying towards the far wall. kapow!!

thug 2 (who patiently waits for thug 1 to be disposed before making a move) is deposited on the floor.

you would shake your fist at the heroes and slink away to sulk in your hideout. 'holy supersonics, batman!!', boy wonder would exclaim in an admiring tone that does nothing to quell those nasty rumors about the two of them being more than *cough* just friends.

those thugs never stood a chance - as weapons go, sword-pen-adam west's dork knight antics. you just can't fight and laugh at the same time. (ah! how come batman and robin are immune to the sound wave?, i hear you ask. that's where the earplug fitted bat-cowl comes in handy, you idiot. and it also ensures that our boys never catch a cold).

hollywood has been only slightly more kind to you. sure, jack nicholson played your part once. but before you could say 'tsk, tsk, batsy', they hired arnold. as if you didn't look stupid enough getting your ass kicked by george clooney.

when i first heard that made me feel a hell of a lot worse, christian bale is the next batman. bale of american psycho fame. he played patrick bateman (a not so subtle nod to norman bates, perhaps?) in that movie. patrick bateman is a loose cannon. given a chance, he likes to kill people by dropping chainsaws on them. he likes collecting trivia about serial killers. did you know what one serial killer would think when he saw a pretty woman on the road? one part of him would think, 'i want that woman'. and there'd be this other part that would wonder how her head would look on a stick. this sort of thing amuses pat bateman endlessly. pat bateman. destiny? hmm.

now

thank you christian bale. thanks for showing the world the batman i know and fear – a real mean motor scooter, an obsessed, driven psychopath who sometimes makes you feel he belongs in the same asylum that lodges most of his long term enemies. thanks for letting us know , in your own words from batman begins, that “clearly a guy who dresses up as a bat has some issues”(the way he spits’ bat’ out almost makes you believe words can taste bad).

yes, i caught the dark knight, something that deserves the three exclamation marks that will follow shortly!!!

six hours have passed since the fantastic last scene where- no, methinks you’d much rather watch it yourself. six hours have passed since the movie ended and my heartbeat’s slowed down enough for me to actually write something more than baleisbatmanisgodisbaleisbatmanisgod about how i feel. and now i feel that bale, as batman, is god. bale’s bruce wayne performance gave me the creeps- the guy should be banned from wearing dapper suits. remember ‘try getting a reservation in fucking dorsia’s now!!’ from american psycho? yeah right, like anyone could forget. *shudder* having an actor who can finally justify batman’s title as the dark knight, but what makes it great is that heath ledger rocks or outrocks “if there is a work like that” every one out their roles just as well as bale does, and that the script is fucking A and that you can actually watch the action sequences without going into a sulk over fireballs that move in slow motion.

i neither know nor care for what a non-batman fan would make of the movie. personally, while i may not exactly worship the ground the batman glides over (i know well enough to steer well clear of it if i ever take to a life of crime in gotham city), i did read the three hundred plus scanned pages of the long halloween (which scriptwriter david s goyer quotes as a big influence) comic in one sitting. and so if director christopher nolan had muffed the movie up, i would have considered writing a long, angry letter to dc telling them to stop making batman movies. the thought of spidey being better than batsy at anything, leave alone something as big as the box office, rankles.

mr. nolan, aware that there are worse things that can happen to one’s career than being the object of pissed off letters, does not disappoint. the movie is chock full of “gosh wow” moments –

crook :where are you?!

batman(whispers): here.

crook –egad!

bruce wayne (having just taken the god awesome batmobile for a spin) –does it come in black?

some arbit guy(on bruce wayne’s car) : nice car!

bruce wayne – you should see my other one.

my favorite one – “he’s here.” “who?” “the batman!”

michael caine’s turn as alfred is one of the best things about the movie. he transforms wanye’s soft-spoken, umbrella carrying butler into the friend, philosopher and guide that batman so badly needs. and he has a wicked, impudent sense of humor, ever so gently pulling master bruce’s leg. i hope the old man stays alive long enough to appear in the next batman movie (assuming that the dark knight will be the smashing success i figure it to be. who’d agree to spend a record breaking 100 million $ promoting a bad movie?)

gary oldman is a terrific jim gordon. although i long to talk about the many, many amazing aspects of the movie, i’m aware that doing so would definitely ruin your dark knight experience. but i just have to make a mention of the batman – scarecrow fight. pure evil! and the batmobile sequences….the ‘hundred plus through black and white, warhorse, warhead, fuck ‘em man white knuckle tight’ part of ‘fuel’ never made much sense to me, but now i have a rough idea of what james hetfield was talking about.

‘nitro junkie paint me dead’, indeed.

i can’t remember the last time i enjoyed a movie this much. the entire hall seemed to be filled with batman fanboys – some of the cooler moments were met with the cheering and clapping usually reserved for rajnikanth movies. in particular, the scene where bruce wayne returns to the cave to confront his childhood fear saw some of the loudest and longest sustained examples of whistling in a movie theatre since the legendary entry scenes of the superstar (where the camera would focus on his shiny new ‘sportshoes’ and then move up to show us his face, which was when our talaiva would yank his arm out to throw a snappy salute, grinning like a madman throughout).

the soundtrack? as a friend of mine from delhi would have succinctly put it - “it’s pUmpiNg!”

i hate this....

where do you come from, oh red, itchy bumps. you have appeared on me nose randomly. it's not like i spend all me time outside waiting for every little proboscus of every insect to penetrate me skin, mind you! so please, take me to your mothership, oh red, itchy bump. take me there so that i may infiltrate your queen with loud karate chops to the abdomen, preventing birth of your future siblings.

a dick to the book

thank you, facebook. without the "relationship stories" mini-feed feature, i would be completely unaware that i have been single (on the record) as long as mini-feed has existed on facebook.

i swear to god it was a choice at one point.

(just a quick update because upon rereading this entry i realize that i sound desperate and/or pathetic. i am neither. i definitely could find a date if i wanted one, i just hate everyone i know beside the people i like. people are insanely disappointing. got it?)

conversation

for the past 2 days i've been running around town randomly saying "S@ME KIND OF M@NSTER". i don't know why, but i'm obsessed with the way jaymzi says that at the beginning of the movie and sometimes through making this music, as if making sure to stamp each spoken paragraph with his trademark.

"S@ME KIND OF M@NSTER"... try it. it feels so good.

rebirth

well, happy birthday. i'm such a sucker for this shit

to me, you're flawless.

i can't tell you personally, for various reasons, but i wish you a happy birthday, wherever you are, whatever you're doing and whoever is with you.

lost, afraid to lose again
i watched you fix the plants,
form each leaf so they would all curl
in the same direction.

we stood in silence.

our eyes moved
to your name,
happy birthday, the dash - an open space
i prayed and will, selfish & desperate.

love,

your evil twin \m/ <showin’ the evil horns>

birth.school.metallica.death.

after all those months of waiting, i finally saw Metallica: Some Kind of Monster last night.

it's unfuckingbelievable.

my favorite scene is the one where they're rehearsing to play at the raiders game. they don't have a full-time bassist and Bob Rock is asked to fill in. he practices singing backing vocals on "Seek and Destroy" and he does a decent job, except he can't believe he is going to be playing with the mighty Met and keeps grinning like a moron.

Bob Rock : SEAAAAARCHINNNNG......SEEEEK AND DESTROY!!! that sound OK?

Lars : don't say "searching...." and start smiling when you're singing "destroy".

Bob Rock : i can't help it!

Jaymz: maybe i should kick you in the back.

Bob Rock( condescending smile) : it's so much fun playing this kind of music!! it's like "Fuck it! -"

Lars: "this kind of music??!!!" we're the most successful rock band in the world, motherfucker. this is not "this kind of music", OK?

*glares*

me

There is an indefinable mysterious Power that pervades everything.
I feel It, though I do not see It.
It is this unseen Power which makes Itself felt and yet defies all proof,
because It is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses.
It transcends the senses....
For I can see that in the midst of death life persists, in the midst of untruth, truth persists, in the midst of darkness light persists.
Hence I gather that God is Life, Truth, Light.
He is love.
He is supreme good.
But he is no God who merely satisfies the intellect.
God to be God must rule the heart and transform it.

~ Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

something

If his premature demise has, in some way, enlightened the rest of you as to the grim finish below the glossy veneer of criminal life, and inspired you to change your ways, then his death carries with it an inherent nobility. And a supreme glory. We should all be so fortunate. You can say 'Poor Toby." I say: "Poor us.."

The Sphinx in Gone in 60 Seconds

my weakness is dress code!!!!

gupta: we need to do bla, bla, blam more bla more bla.. blah blah......

poodi.... <sscchhlloooccckkk>>>!!!!!! walk away or die...... but preferably let him die.......#$%%&@#%%^..... the thought continues.....

aaaawwwww

fuck!!!! if i could travel in time.....

just a minute

i got really wasted last night and ate so much that i currently feel like i am a chocolate and chicken wing flavored milkshake and i have a LOT of work to do today.

fuck.

random

it’s true, i would do that for you.

laser vision kitty!! trippy shyte


note to self: when telling people you’re a freelance assassin, make sure you’re in a circle where they’ll know you’re joking.

aye

with great power, comes great responsibility.

bigger the car, longer the cleaning time.

ol' but timely

This website is so damn cool. It takes your new pictures and makes them look old.

http://labs.wanokoto.jp/olds





technology kicks arse for this!!!!!

its official

so everyone who knows me knows that i am a complete mess in the morning or any time i'm waking up. i can't control it, i really can't. i'm not conscious, i don't realize that i'm swearing at everyone and being mean. i've woken up to people not speaking to me because of things i've said in the early stages of waking up and have no memory of. this only really happens when someone has the balls to touch me or try and wake me up... if i am able to wake up on my own with no interruptions, my exit from dream land is a lot more graceful.

if you don't understand what i'm talking about, let's break it down: i've punched my own beloved mother for touching me while i'm sleeping. i've shouted at arif for smoking a cigg in the same room where i am passed out, i've told so many people to "fuck off" in my sleep that i've lost count. my go-to is "i fucking hate you. get out of my life." do you want to know how many people i've said that to? so would i. i honestly have no recollection of doing any of this most of the time, and in the moment there is absolutely no way to stop me. i wish more than anything there was someone in my life who understood that if they touch me or try and kiss my face when I'm passed out i will cut them. that's the key to having any sort of decent relationship with me.

just let me fucking sleep.

so much

my mouth hurts from eating sour candy, but i have no plans on stopping.

aha

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

one of the reasons i really liked Preacher is, amidst all the gore, supernatural-butt kicking, and crazy redneck fetishes, you'll suddenly find a panel like this :)

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eat, shit.

The Americans buy 5.3 Bn dollars of toilet tissue each year.

finally

my external hard drive is here, thank fuck.

i still have trouble with locating songs in the laptop. searching and re–re searching for songs has become my continuous obsession.

i'm risking impotency by having the laptop on my lap (i confess, my hungover brain could think of no better way of rephrasing that last part) but what damage can it do that classic milds and davidoff lights hasn't already?

("Poodi possibly impotent; Thousands self-immolate" - The Telegraph).

chuckling norris

chuck norris - the man, the machine, the mahatma.

some little-known facts about the man:

• rather than being birthed like a normal child, chuck norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother's womb. shortly thereafter he grew a beard.

• chuck norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the jFK assassination. as oswald shot, chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. jFK's head exploded out of sheer amazement.

• if you can see chuck norris, he can see you. if you can't see chuck norris you may be only seconds away from death.

• chuck norris' tears cure cancer. too bad he has never cried.

and, my personal favourite:

• chuck norris does not sleep. he WAITS.

ah

to jinx, or not to jinx, that is the question.

ah heck, to jinx, i say.

well, so much for optimism

now

just had lunch with 3 'digga women.... who chewed me brains in kannada....

not that i hate the language or anything, i just hate ppl by n large

right now my head hurts.....