5 Feb 2006, 10:54pm
When I almost wrote like someone else...
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When I woke up this afternoon (it is Sunday for the sake of God!), the world did not make sense to me, the same way it does not makes sense to me every weekday morning. Mondays are the worst, however. I wake up with the worst case of Monday morning blues ever recorded in the history of mankind. I get to work with the most disgruntled feeling. As the day wears on, the blues start to disappear and by 3 pm I start looking forward to Friday again.
Fridays are happy days. They are days meant for wrapping work up early, days meant for doing your thing. Put differently, they are days meant for living whatever pathetic little excuse we have for a life. Now I am not the partying kind. Officially because I don't like the noise and the hustle-bustle. Honestly because no one ever invites me to those cool parties. Either way, I do not know what a hangover feels like because I have never had one.
Thus my Saturday mornings start reasonably early and are meant to take care of the routine things like payment of bills, visit to the bank, and other mundane things that we regularly have to do to prevent our lives from becoming a living hell. Come Sunday and from about 6 pm onwards depression starts to set in, the intensity of which goes up and up till I hit the sack.
Anyway, these three paragraphs above can easily be skipped for they convey nothing that anyone with a head on their shoulders would not know or would want to be told. All except the first six words 'When I woke up this afternoon' because after my head had cleared up sufficiently enough for me to identify promos of those shows on television that I really really really hate, I wondered why I had not ever spewed my venom.
As soon as the thought flashed, the answer came too. As they say in showbiz, no publicity is bad publicity. Why should the shows I really really really hate have another platform where they are being talked about? But that does not mean I should not talk about them. I need to. I read this in someone's mail's signature line, 'If I am not for myself, then who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, then what am I? And if not now, when?'. I have absolutely no idea what it means (come on, can anyone understand it?) but this seemed like a pretty good place to use it.
Sadly, it still does not settle the matter. That brings up another point. When sayings, proverbs, idioms, similies, metaphors, oxymorons, etc. fail to settle the matter should they be stripped off their status? And if they are stripped off their status should those painfully inane shows be pulled off the air too? And if they were pulled off the air then how would I have made my 34th post on this blog?
Damn, I almost wrote that in the same style as that thing I read in someone's signature. Is this a sign?
Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: David Bowie - The Man Who Sold The World
Fridays are happy days. They are days meant for wrapping work up early, days meant for doing your thing. Put differently, they are days meant for living whatever pathetic little excuse we have for a life. Now I am not the partying kind. Officially because I don't like the noise and the hustle-bustle. Honestly because no one ever invites me to those cool parties. Either way, I do not know what a hangover feels like because I have never had one.
Thus my Saturday mornings start reasonably early and are meant to take care of the routine things like payment of bills, visit to the bank, and other mundane things that we regularly have to do to prevent our lives from becoming a living hell. Come Sunday and from about 6 pm onwards depression starts to set in, the intensity of which goes up and up till I hit the sack.
Anyway, these three paragraphs above can easily be skipped for they convey nothing that anyone with a head on their shoulders would not know or would want to be told. All except the first six words 'When I woke up this afternoon' because after my head had cleared up sufficiently enough for me to identify promos of those shows on television that I really really really hate, I wondered why I had not ever spewed my venom.
As soon as the thought flashed, the answer came too. As they say in showbiz, no publicity is bad publicity. Why should the shows I really really really hate have another platform where they are being talked about? But that does not mean I should not talk about them. I need to. I read this in someone's mail's signature line, 'If I am not for myself, then who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, then what am I? And if not now, when?'. I have absolutely no idea what it means (come on, can anyone understand it?) but this seemed like a pretty good place to use it.
Sadly, it still does not settle the matter. That brings up another point. When sayings, proverbs, idioms, similies, metaphors, oxymorons, etc. fail to settle the matter should they be stripped off their status? And if they are stripped off their status should those painfully inane shows be pulled off the air too? And if they were pulled off the air then how would I have made my 34th post on this blog?
Damn, I almost wrote that in the same style as that thing I read in someone's signature. Is this a sign?
Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: David Bowie - The Man Who Sold The World
6 Feb 2006, 1:27pm
No.
Now that I've answered your questions, let me talk about - "should they be stripped off their status?" This is so wrong. It means the same as 'The sticking tape was stripped off Scripto's legs, pulling away a thin strip of his hair with it. I giggled, because Scipto's leg resembled a runway I'd seen once in the back of beyond in Australia.'
Do think about it.
6 Feb 2006, 2:32pm
Before my blog junta is horrified at your statements, let me explicitly state that Aran has not seen my legs. She does not even have an idea of what they look like.
That said, Aran, what makes you think that my legs stripped off a patch of hair would look like the runway you had seen in the outback?
6 Feb 2006, 2:37pm
An example Scripto. It's an example. I haven't seen your legs and neither have I seen any part of Australia. You're doing the 'ignoring the main point of the comment' thing again. Sigh.
You need to concentrate.
PS: I don't think anyone reading my last comment would be horrified. Merely amused, and maybe surprised. But not horrified. :)
6 Feb 2006, 2:41pm
How would you know? To most women (and men too) the sight of a man's legs with the grotesque cover of hair on them is horrifying to say the least. They are not like a woman's legs - smooth, silky, and pleasant looking.
So, yes. The junta would be horrified at the travesty you would have put yourself through if you had seen my legs, assuming strictly that the first impression that they would have of my legs would be that of the typical man's, which is not to say that mine are like that or even that they are not.
6 Feb 2006, 2:48pm
I agree with the first paragraph of your comment Scripto, but not with the second. I don't think my horror at seeing your legs (if that had happened) would result in horror in the minds of people who merely read about it. Emotions are not transfered that easily. I'd probably have to do a better write-up than the previous one for them to be horrified. Of course I could do that, but I'd have to see your legs to get it just right.
6 Feb 2006, 5:18pm
Aran, do you actually want to see my legs? Somehow your comments give me the feeling that you do.
7 Feb 2006, 12:04am
Geezzzz! Mr writer should that be question? its pretty clear. Oh this time i enjoyed that talkback i mean the comment section more than the post. !
Keep it up!
7 Feb 2006, 8:41am
Ugh, Scripto. Just ugh! I never thought that you'd say such an indecent thing to me. I thought you liked me. Sigh. You've spoiled everything. Everything! *runs away sobbing*
*comes back*
Oh wait. Twigrl!! How are you? We thought we had lost you, but here you are. Good to see you. :)
7 Feb 2006, 9:57am
Twigrl, you are back! Yes, Aran and I thought that we had lost you. Good to see you here. BTW, keep what up? The post or the comment? And if I only need to keep the comments up then does that mean I should simply make insipid posts?
Aran, I did nothing to you that you did not invite upon yourself. You were literally after my legs.
7 Feb 2006, 1:17pm
That's such a derogatory remark Scripto. I'm saddened. Heart-broken. :(
7 Feb 2006, 6:09pm
Derogatory? I just called a spade a spade. What is derogatory about that?
7 Feb 2006, 8:50pm
hehhehe...you see Aran, I don't get bored with people and thing for about a year or so...don't worry about that i will be around for a while.
Oh Mr. writer I think you are smart enough to come up with the answers.
7 Feb 2006, 11:23pm
I think Twigrl's on my side Scripto. You'll have to back off. Even you can't take on your most loyal reader and your most adorable reader at the same time.
8 Feb 2006, 10:02am
Twigrl, thank you. Thank you for reposing your faith in my smartness, something that Aran and I gave up on a long time ago.
Aran, I am not taking anyone on, more so the two of you. Did you forget the two tenets in life that I surely must have told you?
9 Feb 2006, 1:55am
I'm not sure you told me. If you have, then take it as a given that I'll forget.
9 Feb 2006, 2:45am
Mr Writer-:)really glad to know that(with lots of interpretations and assumptions attached).
Aran:-since the game progressed, and the opponent gave in, i will not clarify my stand. Its better to stick with your assumptions.
9 Feb 2006, 4:50am
Hush Twigrl. Don't give anything out. I'm on top here, let it go on like this.
9 Feb 2006, 9:53am
*zips mouth, backs off*
9 Feb 2006, 11:09am
What about the fingers then? Tie them up? ;)
9 Feb 2006, 11:59am
Oh no! No tying my fingers. Not putting myself through this.
15 Feb 2006, 6:23am
Happy valentines Day!
15 Feb 2006, 6:24am
Ok! its still 14th here....7pm..so its not belated
16 Feb 2006, 9:42am
Twigrl, Happy Valentine's Day to you too!
20 Feb 2006, 10:29pm
:)