A simple desultory Philippic

I’m sitting in office and I just do NOT want to work any more. If that needs any explanation apart from the obvious one that I’m a lazy free-loader, please refer to the first paragraph of my last post.

So what have I been doing? Blog-browsing, of course. One of my favourite blogs has posted pictures of Mother Teresa and Paris Hilton. (I forgot which one it was, did a search and came up with 50 OTHER blogs that mention it too!) A Great Man has hit upon the idea of asking one of them to play the other. In a film. Since we cannot ever imagine Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu cavorting with a Chihuahua while wearing sweet nothing, it follows that Conrad’s great-grand-daughter will have to don a blue-bordered white sari. The imagination boggles like billy-o; she probably has not worn so much at one time since she was in swaddling clothes.

Digression - Bill’s spell-check canNOT live with “ou” words. I just had to “Add to Dictionary” for ‘favourites’. Now I’ll have to do it again for ‘favourite’ and .. damn! I DID have to! If they’re so smart they can add Turkish and Swahili, why can’t they have MS-Office in English as well as American? I’ll tell you why, they can’t find a single American programmer who knows English. They’d have to Bangalore it. And put up with … (checks the number of Bangalore blogs on Bloglines page and retreats). By the way, I just added ‘blogs’.

Another blog I read (aarrgghh! Now I added ‘blog’. I think I’ll add ‘aarrgghhh’ as well, it might come in handy) has a story about meeting an attractive girl on a train. I have a story like that. But I’m not in Oldest Member mood right now, so I shall spring it upon you unawares some time soon.

Meanwhile, I am again overawed by erudite discussions of free market principles by Amit, Falstaff, Gawker et al. Being overcome by awe, I shall now retire into a smoky haze to think deep thoughts about inadequacy and the Woody Allen syndrome.

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# posted by J. Alfred Prufrock @ 10:14 am