Didn't think it would come to a time when sitemeter and google analytics would start telling me that the number of people visiting our little patch in the woods would reduce to levels that it no longer made sense for either site to devote a bit of memory to keep count of the few who swing by. And many thousands of people egged (notice it's egged not egg,are egging or will egg) me to continue writing despite all and reminded me of promises I had made and am not keeping.
So here goes nothing.
After the last run in with suicidal/homicidal/genocidal gas repairmen, we've settled in quite well thank you. No more telltale aromas of LPG wafting through the house. The occasional new house glitches of flushes going off on their own still exist. And only because it's a new house can one be sure it's the plumbing and not some poltergeist.
This time's funny story comes courtesy the paterfamilias. Not something he did or thought but just the usual anecdote. He's gotten himself a Swift and yours truly managed to wrangle a spin. Nice car that. Spacious, responsive but a little tight on the gearstick. That should resolve in a while I guess. And with some cool new car stereo that reads a flash drive via USB and plays it all with scrolling text. Makes my Xplod look like some Jurassic Park hand me down (which it is, the only thing the tape slot is used for is the tape adapter for the Pod). All the cribs aside there is one more to add and that's the fact that there's a nasty blind spot at about 30 degrees that the designers didn't quite take care of. So while driving and narrowly missing many a wayward motorist due to the aforementioned blind spot and cribbing about it, Dad launches into a story.
Long, long ago when the man was globetrotting and found himself in Europe and the conversation turned to cars in India, Dad mentioned his car that was an otherwise nice drive and all that but had this blind spot problem that forced him to look out of the window every time he wanted to turn to the right. When further interrogated he mentioned that the car was a Premier Padmini (yeah that long ago) made by Fiat. Perplexed at the loud laughter that ensued my rather distraught father probed into the possible cause of such joy. Turns out the explanation was thus, "It's obvious, isn't it. It's an italian car. Italians always drive with their heads sticking out of the window."
That episode apart, we've come a long way from the time that changing gears meant trying to haul the steering wheel off the assembly.
Also been discovering more and more of Rashid Khan. And loving it...
And since my well of ideas is running dry we'll leave you with a few snippets.
The first is courtesy Jay Leno who pointed out that a recent German study has shown that many adult Germans are depressed and most of them think that the best way to deal with that is a long walk. And the Poles are now worried because last time the Germans were depressed and decided to walk, they walked all the way across Poland.
Maggi Cuppa Mania - the Chilli Chow Yo flavour is good.
When not paying attention to what one is walking on, one must at least have that much awareness of the ground to avoid stepping on BOTH gum and cow dung. Each is bad enough, together they're impossible to deal with.
And finally, heard on radio - Save the earth, stop eating meat since cows produce methane by the gallon and methane after carbon dioxide is the greenhouse gas of the millennium. I'm thinking why won't they stop drinking milk. A steak doesn't produce half as much methane as a healthy, grass-munching heifer.
Peace be on thee.
So here goes nothing.
After the last run in with suicidal/homicidal/genocidal gas repairmen, we've settled in quite well thank you. No more telltale aromas of LPG wafting through the house. The occasional new house glitches of flushes going off on their own still exist. And only because it's a new house can one be sure it's the plumbing and not some poltergeist.
This time's funny story comes courtesy the paterfamilias. Not something he did or thought but just the usual anecdote. He's gotten himself a Swift and yours truly managed to wrangle a spin. Nice car that. Spacious, responsive but a little tight on the gearstick. That should resolve in a while I guess. And with some cool new car stereo that reads a flash drive via USB and plays it all with scrolling text. Makes my Xplod look like some Jurassic Park hand me down (which it is, the only thing the tape slot is used for is the tape adapter for the Pod). All the cribs aside there is one more to add and that's the fact that there's a nasty blind spot at about 30 degrees that the designers didn't quite take care of. So while driving and narrowly missing many a wayward motorist due to the aforementioned blind spot and cribbing about it, Dad launches into a story.
Long, long ago when the man was globetrotting and found himself in Europe and the conversation turned to cars in India, Dad mentioned his car that was an otherwise nice drive and all that but had this blind spot problem that forced him to look out of the window every time he wanted to turn to the right. When further interrogated he mentioned that the car was a Premier Padmini (yeah that long ago) made by Fiat. Perplexed at the loud laughter that ensued my rather distraught father probed into the possible cause of such joy. Turns out the explanation was thus, "It's obvious, isn't it. It's an italian car. Italians always drive with their heads sticking out of the window."
That episode apart, we've come a long way from the time that changing gears meant trying to haul the steering wheel off the assembly.
Also been discovering more and more of Rashid Khan. And loving it...
And since my well of ideas is running dry we'll leave you with a few snippets.
The first is courtesy Jay Leno who pointed out that a recent German study has shown that many adult Germans are depressed and most of them think that the best way to deal with that is a long walk. And the Poles are now worried because last time the Germans were depressed and decided to walk, they walked all the way across Poland.
Maggi Cuppa Mania - the Chilli Chow Yo flavour is good.
When not paying attention to what one is walking on, one must at least have that much awareness of the ground to avoid stepping on BOTH gum and cow dung. Each is bad enough, together they're impossible to deal with.
And finally, heard on radio - Save the earth, stop eating meat since cows produce methane by the gallon and methane after carbon dioxide is the greenhouse gas of the millennium. I'm thinking why won't they stop drinking milk. A steak doesn't produce half as much methane as a healthy, grass-munching heifer.
Peace be on thee.
