String theory
So, I spent an hour at a string theory seminar. A college-mate, with a PhD. from Chicago, and a post-doctoral appointment at IAS/Princeton was stringing us along with wierd notation. It was a long hour. But, I used it constructively, to string together some facts that I believe you should know.
Impossible = I'm possible.
(Unless it is String Theory, or six minute miles)
The difference between "I dunno" and "I do know" is toil.
Pardon me for these motivational insights. I was still making a glorious attempt to follow the speaker. Egging myself awake. But, I quit while still sane. So, on to the good stuff:
Why is Man not the brightest mammal around?
Considering that Hell's such a nasty place, Men still queue up for it in large numbers. Don't know about women. Do they go there? Most probably. High chances that the Devil is straight.
Why Viagra?
Because middle aged women were getting tired of leading their men around by their fingers.
What should a Blonde avoid saying to a barista in case he is Indian?
"I will take a chocolate brownie to go, please".
She will only get the poor dear's ... er... hopes up.
Freelance writer: The first such writer was Genevieve who, while Arthur was away, touchingly wrote, "I am now free, Lance".
Since then this title has been usurped by writers who cite freedom from a corporate culture, and cutting insights that they need to communicate to us common people (they just feel it inside them), the reason they hang out all day in boxers (or slips) re-rearranging their 40 gigs of mp3s. Lance would have put it down to sloth. He was a man of few words and a-lot of action.
4 Comments:
I was never aware that My fat roomy is Mr. Karthikey and possess such a great expression prowess in words and pictures. You have won a regular Reader. Please post pictures from your scientific tourism some underwater are specially desired. Tell us something about Caterina Kaif, Rani Mukherji and some rising pop girls of UK.
Shukla, while you are welcome to join our cosy little group, please do understand that we hold human sacrifices on the first of every month.
Also, your first sentence cries out for correction. It should read, "...my ex-fat, ex-roomy..."
Dig?
Shukla ne meri baat maan li, and has started frequenting your blog!
Nice pictures and description of the trip!
oh my god i pissed my sh*tting pants.
(you forgot to mention that failed, aspiring freelance writers also skulk around on the net, living vicariously through other people's blogs.)
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