Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Watching yourself in third person gets to be addictive, and after a while the third person takes over, like he did today!

Monday, May 29, 2006



This guy took my regular parking slot. AND I HAD TO PARK IN THE NEXT ROW.

Should've never cleared him in the interview.

Flaming death!

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Chairty is the right tool that gives just the right dose of the much needed reason that people often strive to see for their pointless existence.

Long live the pointlessness and the pink tapeworms. Atleast they aren't charitable!

Talking of reservations

My inability to zero-in on the reasons behind my recent spate of most uninteresting posts in this blog's history notwithstanding, this is interesting.

Talking of reservations, try and beat this.

The National Pact is an unwritten agreement that laid the foundation of Lebanon and has shaped the country to this day. Following negotiations between the Shi'ite, Sunni, and Maronite leaderships, the National Pact was born in the summer of 1943 allowing Lebanon to be independent. Among the following key points of the agreement are:

  • the President of the Republic to always be a Maronite.

  • the President of the Council of Ministers (prime minister) to always be a Sunni.

  • the President of the National Assembly to always be a Shi'ite.

P.S: Look out for brighter days in a while. Come the monsoon, cometh the posts.

It's not you

It's not you, it's me.
I don't like you.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Fuck nostaglia

Originally uploaded by mojosaurus.

Freaking hilarious. More such videos here

Monday, May 22, 2006

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Back when I was in school, I often used to wonder how the world watched while contries came up with ridiculous policies like the Monroe Doctrine, and the White Australian Policy[1].

Taking refuge behind the fact that I was naive beyond belief(used to be a commie then), insanity almost seems to have a pattern. See this and this.

[1]: Wiki with caution.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Bats -

Bat, bat flying tight
In the caves of twilight
What indescribable mutation
led to such an amazing sight

Caves are thy forte
And so are the hollows
One ghoulish bat beckons
And million others follow

Ok, trying to satirise William Blake isn't working apparently, especially when you have a workload breathing down your neck.

I've always been fascinated by these creatures and their adaptations for flight and hearing. Enjoy the image.

Did you know

That the period between 1550 and 1850 was called the little ice age and that the onset of bubonic plague epidemic in Europe approximately coincided with the little ice age, even though the BP, as a pathogen has been in existence for a long time then?

Apparently the fleas that spread BP to humans only do so below a certain temperature threshold. Above that threshold the fleas can continue to feed off rats with no trouble. Below a certain temperature, the plague pathogen causes clotting in the gut of the flea, causing it to slowly starve to death no matter how much it tries to feed. In this situation the flea is more likely to feed off any animal (rather than their usual target species) out of sheer desperation. Healthy fleas usually
prefer feeding on only one specific host species.

So the lower the temperature gets, the more likely infected fleas are to try
feeding on human blood (or so the theory goes).

Source: DML
There is much more to the world than we think we know.
Apparently, when I was seven, our family didn't have enough money to get me lunch for school, and my I grew up on my teachers' lunch.

Fuck nostalgia.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Totally pointless quiz of the day

Suckers, nobody replied :(

Question: Identify the phenomenon

Anyway, here comes the answer:
The phenomenon goes by the name Cargo cult in Melenesia(The clue was Skull Island).

After the Europeans discoveredsic Melenesia and the natives came into contact with European technology, they believed that the fancy goods manufactured by the eurpoeans were created by the ancestral people of the melenesians and that white people have unfairly gained control of these objects.

They also believed that what the white people did with these "cargoes" was a ritual, and that if they do the same rituals, their ancestors will recognise their own people and return the cargoes to their rightful owners, being the melenesians.

In most cases, the melenesians did not know/understand what the technology was, but just imitated what the europeans did. Photo #1 shows a group of melenesian tribals building an aircraft made of hay, and waiting for their ancestors.

Photo #2 shows a group carrying wooden thingies in the shape of rifles, seeing the europeans

Photos #2 and #3 shows "USA" tatoos on the chests of these people without understanding what it meant. They'd seen dead white soldiers with these engravings, thought it was a ritual and did the same to themselves.

A plane made of hay

People marching with wooden rifle-shaped thigies


Clue: The ethnicity of the people and the fake thingies are the biggest clues... Think - Skull Island

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

I am Ishwar's earlobe.

You suck me, and I tickle.

Monday, May 08, 2006

And now for some bizarre news

Armin Meiwes (born 1961 in Germany) is a cannibalistic internet user who became known as the "Rotenburg Cannibal" or "Der Metzgermeister" (The Master Butcher). Meiwes posted an advertisement on the Internet, looking for a willing victim. Bernd Jürgen Armando Brandes replied to his posting, and they arranged to meet so Meiwes could kill and eat Brandes.

As is known from a videotape the two made when they met in March 2001 in Meiwes' home, Meiwes amputated Brandes' penis and Meiwes and Brandes ate the penis together before Brandes was killed. Brandes had insisted that Meiwes would bite his penis off, but this did not work, so Meiwes used at first a knife that turned out to be too blunt, and then a sharper knife to finally slice the penis off. Brandes apparently tried to eat his share of his own penis rare, but could not because it was too tough and as he put it, "chewy". Meiwes then sautéed the penis in a pan with salt, pepper and garlic.

According to journalists who saw the video (it has not been made public), Brandes may already have been too weakened from blood loss to actually eat his share of the penis. Meiwes apparently gave him large quantities of alcohol and pain killers, and then killed him in a room that he had installed in his house for this purpose. He ate the body over the next few months, storing parts in his deep freezer.

Context: Today is the verdict

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Ethnicity rant

What's with bongs and guitar? They play Grateful dead so darn well...

Damn... ethnicity does count sometimes.

White flux

White flux
Originally uploaded by mojosaurus.
Bannerghatta national park - 25kms from Bangalore city taught me quite a few things yesterday

  • Women with little children are obnoxious and extremely irritating while sharing closed spaces(safari van, in this case)

  • The white peacocks at the zoo were one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen. This particular photo, having been shot particularly badly, doesn't do justice to the beauty, but believe me, it's like watching aurora boreallis in siberain wasteland, not to mention that I haven't seen that either.

  • Everything else was particularly unremarkable - lions, sloth bears, tigers, white tigers.. a whole bunch of sucky mammals

BTW, does anybody here know the difference between a white peacock and albino peacock? T'has something to do with the colour of the eyes, but can't quite place what it is.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Neat little gif on evolution




Thursday, May 04, 2006

Life, or something like it - II

My beliefs are conjuring acts, of beliefs coming into existence where none existed, and where there isn't a need for one. They don't appear to fill in the created vacuum; they appear to create a vacuum. Their appearance and the subsequent hasty abandonment have become the defining aspect of my life.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

So, a stegosaurus, an ankylosaurus and a troodon walk into a bar. A couple of minutes later, they noticed that there were no female dinosaurs around.

The stegosaurus turns around and says "We're in a gay bar". Just then a fellow stegosaurus comes to flirt with him...

Bah! Somebody complete the joke!

P.S: We have a winner here: Tahir uncle!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Too often, my code looks like this :D

Death to pittsburghites

At the pittsburgh airport
Originally uploaded by mojosaurus.
Scale model of a t-rex in the classic fast-walk posture.

Will bangalore ever get such a beauty?

சிந்தனைச் சிதறல்கள்

When I was twenty-three, I dreamt of writing a book at twenty five and of blowing my brains out at forty. You live more when you want to die at forty. It's a pity that I lost the drive.

The Life, or something like that series contained excerpts from my book - hadn't thought of a name then, and don't feel the necessity to, now. An opus dedicated to the futility of it all. An excerpt - I had posted this earlier:

Life, or something like it - I

I wince, seeing the spreading ink blot on paper: the birth of a baby blue universe, a miniature creation centred on the tip of the stylish upward stroke at the end of e, completing hope. I must have gone into one of my tangential thought processes again.

My overpaid psychiatrist would take a deep breath, cross his legs, loosen down his shoulders and comment that this stylish upward stroke signifies an unhappy childhood. He'd go on to suggest that I get laid and would slyly remark that he could arrange for it.

I used to belive in psychiatrists until I met one. But that doesn't mean anything. I used to believe in conspiracy theories, of reptiloids taking over the world, creation, patriotism, scruples, morals, fidelty, god, God and my science teacher. I no longer do. I used to believe in right and wrong, life on mars, aliens, purpose in life and in myself. I no longer do.

I believed in my science teacher till the time she told me that eclipses aren't caused by giant snakes gobbling up the sun, like my mom, in her infinite wisdom had taught me, but rather by shadows, in much the same way that my mentally retarded neighbour who pees in his pants casts barking dogs on the wall.

I believed in God till I had an accident. I believed in my psychiatrist till he told me that there was nothing wrong with me. I believed in my mom till she told me that I had certain duties to fulfil in life.

What is it then that I believe in? Well, I believe in dinosaus, and yes, that's about it. Here I am, all of twenty five years old, and all that I believe in this wretched existence are things, the last of which died 65 million years back, some of them sporting funky plumages.

I believed in creation till I stumbled onto anthropic principle. I believed in the anthropic principle till I embraced nihilism. I believed in nihilism till I understood nihilism, and now, all that's left are the dinosaurs. Fossils, the size of three-storeyed buildings stand tall amidsr the carcasses of my past beliefs - little independent conscious beliefs that lived, some ephemeral, some for a while, but all of them discarnate, like a ball of light thats light all the way down and out at the other end, incorporeal entities, but somehow sometimes, some of these spectral entities manage to eke out lesser incorporals adding to the pile of bodiless carcasses, a graveyard of dead beliefs at the centre of which lies the equally tenuous gallimimus fossil, letting out triumphant shouts that nobody listens to anyway.