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Don't Send A Stupid Omani Businessman To Do An Indian Geek's Job
By TI3GIB @
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Was browsing this, The website of the newest addition to the still boring city of ours. Obviously, the website template (which on it's own is quite shameful to a project of this caliber) was handed over to some stupid fuck that can't even walk a computer mouse.
Hey .. At lease we know where the punch line will be waiting, we just have to wait for it.
The Most Bizzare Thing Ever :- I walk into class, and there's a clock facing down somewhere around the seat i take in the back (because I'm one of the cool kids), I pick it up and thing's freaking out. The minutes dial is completing an hour in about 30 seconds. It was before class had started so I walk up to the tutor and tell him "uhh, dude .. we're in a time warp or some shit". He then explains that the clock is one of those radio controlled ones and there is no signal inside the building so all the clocks in the building are acting the same way.
He then tells us about when he first bought these and saw them do what they were doing. He took them to the building engineers for advice and they told him that they need to take all the clocks 'for a walk'. (Outside. Where there is radio signal).
Isn't that like totally the most bizzare thing like ever ?
The Saddest Thing Ever :- Imagine a person walking down the street. A handful of ropes in each hand, dragging behind him .. Clocks.
Ok. So I'm in the library, minding my own business (that's what libraries are for, right ? -- what do you mean books ?) and this chinese (asian, whatever you call them .. the smelly ones) chick approaches me, and goes "ekuge meh, is can you help me widees ?" and throws some economics shit in my face.
The thing is, I recall similar situations where my classmates came for tutional guiadance with a simliar style of approach (Yes, I'm a god here) but I don't know what gave anyone the impression that I'm running some kind of charity service. I neither look like a might have a clue or helpful, so it's just bizzare that I get approached this way.
Morale of the story. I Rule, you suck and the world is at extreme disharmony. (Is this being a forced blog (verb) obvious ?)
The Cock In The Mouth Of Generation : Inaugural
By TI3GIB @
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Ok, so I have a 1000 word essay due 4 hours, and I haven't started. Don't bother telling me to start now, because it's 5:39, and my life works in 30 minute increments. It means that I can start doing things either at the zer0-minute of the hour, or 30 minutes in.
Anyhoo, this gives me 20 minutes (05:40), and I just have a few rants in me that've been bottling up and listening to too much Whitesnake gets unhealthy after a while. Here goes.
Every where I go, I see you people. I don't think you even know that there's anything wrong with you. I thought you rarely say anything new because you have nothing to say, but I just realised that there's a cock in your mouth. A feeding tube that injects a drug into your tiny flaccid minds. A tasklist that tells you to think what you think, say what you say, watch what you watch, and listen to what you listen to, and like sheep you follow. That's all you are. Fucking sheep.
I don't know whether I should feel sorry for myself for having to live around you, or feel sorry for the single original thought you have a year which eventually dies out of lonliness. What really saddens me more than anything is you thinking you have choice in anything. Your life is merely a playlist, and you're just waiting for the next movie, song, and opinion to come along so you can hibernate back to your oblivion.
I'm great with my hands, terrible with tools, I want to be naked all the time, I have hair all over my body (oh yes, there too), my grip is naturally curved, my walk is funny, my frame is boxy, I'm sexually aggressive and socially repulsive, I dry hump anything that moves (and a few things that don't), I don't have an eating schedule and I eat whatever I want to whenever i want to, I love eating with my hands, my hair is terrible (bad hair decade) and when people see me they tend to want to pet on me.
I think I'm a caveman.
Backstory : I just got a pigeon hole file organizer (file trays). It came with 3 trays, two stools, three bars and a few screws to put it all together. A 5 minute job took me two hours, and the stools are all bent and scratched up. Getting the job done however made me feel like I'm contributing to the success of my neanderthal race.