Please Note

If you happen to walk up the stairs, it is mandatory that you stop half way, right about where the big window by the stairs is..because you will find that The Bestest Dog is occupying the space of one complete step.

She, is feigning sleep. She is blocking your way. You have to clear your throat or say 'meh' and a sleepy head will rise from sleepy paws and sleepy lost puppy eyes will look up at you with feigned annoyance. "oh. it's you" . At which point you must , i insist, ( for your own good, no less ) bend down, and pet her. "you are The Bestest Bested Dog. yes, you are" You absolutely must mention this fact to her. It's standard procedure. You just have to.

And you must never , ever, step over The Bestest Dog. That is highly frowned upon. You will see a wrinkled forehead, and a disappointed pair of ears that droop forlornly , if you care to look back. You will pay.

You will go to your room, and The Bestest Dog will follow. You are now sitting on your bed, removing your shoes or fumbling through the paper or trying to decide whether you have enough time to have dinner, watch Supernatural ( as many episodes as possible ) and also do your homework, in that particular order.

The Bestest Dog will come in, pushing the door with it's nose, and you will be ignored. Remember, you stepped over her on your way up. you stupid fool ! Brownie points and sloppy doggie kisses for everyone who didn't step over her. The Father, is excused. Of course. Alfa male and everything. Plus the one who feeds the dog can take it for granted. Not that The Father is stupid enough to do so.

Anyhoo, the dog ignoring you, will stop at The Brother and sit at his feet, and The Brother sensing this, will unglue his eyes from DOTA ( oh humanity ! ) and look down. His eyes will light up. "oh. hullo. mokada scene eka" and will pet The Bestest Dog . The Bestest Dog however is only trying to prove a point. So, she will now walk off from The Brother and walk to The Sister from whom she will only receive a very haughty pat on her wrinkled forehead and a "hello darrrrling" . Having received that perticular honour, she will set off looking for The Father. She will be played with, spoilt with biscuits, belly rubbed and what not. The Father during his customary call to The Mother will inquire whether she knew that The Middle Child spoils The Bestest Dog with chocolate biscuit.

You will feel like a jackass ( at which point The Bestest Dog will come trotting to you and will never leave until she is petted nice and proper, The Bestest Dog can never hold a grudge ).

Please note. Never ignore The Bestest Dog. Coz she is the bestest damned thing that ever happened to you.

Puppet Show

Some kind of puppet show was on SirasaTV about an hour ago , while I was sitting in the advertising department of a popular publication, waiting for Benji, the good humoured driver to pick me up. The TV was far away and muted. There was a very sleepy looking frog and what I think was a Pelican of sorts. and their conversation seemed to go like this.

Frog : "yaba yabda yaba yaba"
Pelican : " aa aa aa aa aa aa aa aa"
Frog : "yaba yaba yaba yaba"
Pelican : "aa aa aa aa"
Frog : "yaba yaba yaba yaba"
Pelican : "aa aa aa aa"

and it went on and on and on and on...by the time Benji picked me up, I was chuckling so much he risked a "miss, mokada wune?"

I'm bored.

Please buy her art

So , Suri, I've known for a long while. I've known her from her geeky school days, to the present day when she is working her butt off to get through Art school. And I'm proud to know her. She is the definition of cool. for me. She can draw like it's no body's business, she thinks life is good because of clay, she sings and plays like Alanis Morissette and knows all the geeky dance moves. plus she's got really really cool hair, and I love her.

She is extremely hard working, never resting until she gets her art right, obsessing about it in a way that usually awes me. People who have seen her work , probably know how good she is at what she does.

Help a friend willoo? Buy her art. Check out the link below. and please tell people who might be interested.

http://myuselessart.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-make-art-for-you-no-joke.html

Work and previous post

Work , I always thought was made to keep one, like myself, sane. I was born lazy but I need to work. It distracts me from the demons in my head, it keeps me in my place. it prevents me from getting spells of depression. It helps me maintain my detached-self. 'I'm working'. good excuse.

I recently joined a new place and so far, work hasn't showed up. the little I get to do, I do with my eyes closed, what with me being all pro and all that. dude, I didn't work my butt off for three long years for nothing. my working hours are now marked by how long I spend on the Internet. oh u glorious Internet. It makes me sick sort of.

Things might look up by next week. I had high hopes for this one and we all know how that is going for me so far. so fingers crossed.

On a different but related to the previous post note, how can you not see that someone is psychotic, like actually mentally ill, until something really drastic happens? It is probably wrong of me to want to break his bones . Maybe I should pity him . tsk. maybe it would be easier to pity him AFTER his bones are broken.

sigh. life gets to you sometimes. I need work.

Dealing with a scumbag

There comes a point in our lives when we are pushed, pushed so much , that we actually jump to the other side , in order to maintain balance and not fall face flat.

This is to you scumbag.

You had one chance. I sat around making excuses for you. now you have another. around the third time around, I will call people who know people who know people.you will be sorry.

and yes. that's a threat. whatcha gonna do. make up another sick story about me?

but before that, in order to maintain civility, I was specifically asked, to talk to you first.

of course. no one just jumps down another's throat without due warning.

I'll see you soon.

New place

Suddenly , you have so much of space that you start stuffing your face.

It's like if you are full, maybe you won't feel the emptiness that presses against you.

Load of bull of course. But you are already under the influence of too much of chocolate , that you just don't care.

You are trying to deal with the space someone left behind in your head while they slammed the door on their way out.

As I now know, this, is not the only reason.

Leaving behind three years of an extremely busy 24/7 schedule that you poured your self in to with all you had can have the same kind of effect. Not to mention the fact that 150 or so of a crowd was stuffed in to two tiny buildings which made it impossible even to turn around without bumping to at least two of them. space , was a luxury.

I had something to eat once a day and never had time to drink anything other than the two cups of tea that was brought to me.

The situation is quite different these days. 50 or so of us are now scattered in a vast three storey building.

I first entered the place and was hit by so much of space I felt blown away. I never even in my wildest dreams had dreamed there would be such a thing as too much of space. for me. now I have to walk 10 feet to come close to someone else's personal bubble. on top of that, me being new here and everything, i have very little work, hence too much time on my hands.

U get the gist. I'm putting on weight.

It seems

moving on is staying still. like ladders are fine things if you aren't scared of heights.

I like walls. I now have some red ones around me. nice. 8 hours or so has been good. I find my self intensely looking at people while they talk to me , not really comprehending the fact I do not know them. Three years could do that to you I suppose.
You know everyone. You can even hear them think. places have a tendency to grow on u . Run , grasshopper, RUN !!!

A guy I've known for sometime , but never spoken to, came in selling cake. Always thought he is Indian. it seems he is not .

New place. Fresh start. or not. same old. same old ? I can almost see myself walking in to a rut and liking it.