More benevolence and a slack schedule finds me here yet again. The friend in question's gotten himself a 12" Toshiba. Not a Vaio... Well that means I get to use this for a few days more and post away. Wonko, or Wanker depending on time and inclination has more posts in the last couple of weeks than I do. And this is not a consummation to be wish'd as Hamlet muttered after that eternal quandary about things being and not being.
I've been reading Paperweight by Stephen Fry and it's been a joyride to date. Does come with a Statutory warning that reading more than two essays at a stretch is inadvisable but those two essays usually leave me rolling on the floor laughing. ROTFL, get it? Anyway he says that Shakespeare never said anything. It was all his characters and while quoting one should ideally reference the character and give due credit to Lady Macbeth for example when washing hands. He also mentions sentences that end with 7 prepositions and palindromes with oscillate and generally has a ball... or two.
There is also a transcript of a Sherlock Holmes story hitherto unpublished and also not quite proven to be the result of Watson's hand (notice the credit giving habit extends beyond William). An interesting tale with a rather fun twist at the end. Lay your hands on it people. It is worth it.
In another reference to Wonko, you'll notice that his new posts are all about photoblogging from his fancy new phone that's effectively a camera that you can make calls and send sms's from. It is then that I realized that I hadn't gloated about my phone in a while. Not that anything new has been discovered on it but what I did do was ride in the metro with the earphones in listening Bela Fleck and Dave Matthews Band, making like the advertisement - I (sony) my long commute. The sad part is the Metro will take another few years to link South Delhi by which time I will either be out of here or dead due to over exposure to bhangra.
In other great ironies that plague my life, Petrol is apparently cheaper now and my car is too below the tropic of cancer for it to make any difference to my life.
I've been reading Paperweight by Stephen Fry and it's been a joyride to date. Does come with a Statutory warning that reading more than two essays at a stretch is inadvisable but those two essays usually leave me rolling on the floor laughing. ROTFL, get it? Anyway he says that Shakespeare never said anything. It was all his characters and while quoting one should ideally reference the character and give due credit to Lady Macbeth for example when washing hands. He also mentions sentences that end with 7 prepositions and palindromes with oscillate and generally has a ball... or two.
There is also a transcript of a Sherlock Holmes story hitherto unpublished and also not quite proven to be the result of Watson's hand (notice the credit giving habit extends beyond William). An interesting tale with a rather fun twist at the end. Lay your hands on it people. It is worth it.
In another reference to Wonko, you'll notice that his new posts are all about photoblogging from his fancy new phone that's effectively a camera that you can make calls and send sms's from. It is then that I realized that I hadn't gloated about my phone in a while. Not that anything new has been discovered on it but what I did do was ride in the metro with the earphones in listening Bela Fleck and Dave Matthews Band, making like the advertisement - I (sony) my long commute. The sad part is the Metro will take another few years to link South Delhi by which time I will either be out of here or dead due to over exposure to bhangra.
In other great ironies that plague my life, Petrol is apparently cheaper now and my car is too below the tropic of cancer for it to make any difference to my life.
