Off With His Head

I implore the Powers That Be, by their supreme, infallible authority, to arrest and execute this public nuisance that goes by the name of Sri Krishna Sekhar. Among his recent less envious exploits are the latest pieces published on this page. It is further alleged that the despicable Mr. Sekhar wrote the script for this questionable, inappropriate skit:

Among the numerous lines of humorless dialog that this 41-second clip offers is the following sentence:

"Just I am asking only for a argument's sake. Suppose if I break and shake the physical and the mental fitness of the witness, what you stand?"

This is, without doubt, the product of an unstable mind. I pray that we are rid of this bore by the hastiest means possible.

Rubbish

In the continuing theme of rubbish from Kitchi's corner, I shall try and entertain, with rubbish.

From Kitchi's corner.

Which could actually be a name of a restaurant, when you come to think of it (although I don't quite see why you would think of it). It could also be the name of a sweet shop, or newspaper stand, or torture chamber. 

Heck, it could be the name of a triangle, or one part of a triangle, or a corner on an F1 track, or any other track, or not a track at all.

It could be the name of a bee, a butterfly, a mosquito, and a flower.

It could come to donate its vociferously given name to a car, or just about anything that involves corners, or angles. 

(Inserting "yo" and assorted swears here and there would make this very promising rap, if delivered in really baggy shorts, and shirts, with "bling bling, mofo")

Be entertained.

I have nothing else to say.

You cannot really rely on my wit.

It's doing the laundry right now. 

Revival.

Following Aash's sugggestion of a Dooah!?! revival, I shall try my damndest (or darndest, depending on which way you swing) to post once a week, thus depriving anyone who reads this blog of their sanity.

But since I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who checks this blog, that wouldn't really be too hard.

Dosas.

A delectable dish, I'm sure everyone agrees.

But it needs to be made well.

Or it is trash.

That's my poem of the day. Free verse, I believe its called.

Hallelujah! 

Gum

I've noticed bits of changes at DOOAH?!?

That's the point of this post.

I thought I'd post, since no one was posting, and I figure no one even checks this blog anymore, since my wonderfully written bit of prose about our collective death evoked NO response from you idiots. I don't know why I bother.

Wait, I do.

I'm bored.

Incase you were dead these last few weeks, you probably haven't heard, but the weather is pretty hot. Pretty freaking hot. Pretty really freaking hot.

Forty one degrees, it was. Yesterday. Hasn't been that high in two years, methinks.
People are dropping dead on the streets, out of sheer heat.

I've got a tremendous idea to cool the world. It works too.
Switch on all the A/C's in the world, and leave all the windows open.

Cool eh?

Get the pun?

No?

You must suck.

I'll probably go now, since I'm bored as heck.


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Death

I fear our beloved ChainMail is on its knees now, begging for some redemption, for a shot of life.

But are we giving it the life and vitality it needs? No we are not. We stand around here, waiting for the other person to mail, for the other person to blog.

Well, it would have worked. If only our four loyal ChainMailers weren't not-ChainMailing.


Who are these four heroes, I hear you ask, who has the capability and power to save our once glorious ChainMail?

Well, to name them, Tazar, Dranga, Kitchi, and Aash.
The four mighty warriors, fighting to revitalise ChainMail.

Well, they would be fighting, if only they weren't such absolute morons. Being the morons that they are, they are busy frittering away their time, doing such unnecessary things, like college and things, it makes me want to puke.

Sad... how our glorious tradition is now dead.

RIP ChainMail.


DOOAH?!?

A better conversation

Chelsea manager Avram Grant was not in talkative mood at his post-match press conference despite his side's 1-0 victory over Everton closing the gap on Barclays Premier League leaders to two points last night.

Here is the transcript of what was said.

Question: Are you back in the hunt?

Answer: Maybe not.

Q: Was it a deserved win?

A: Yes.

Q: What pleased you most?

A: I don't know.

Q: Is it a relief to win here?

A: Yes.

Q: Were you impressed by the performance or the result?

A: Both.

Q: You seem to have something on your mind, a problem?

A: No, no problem.

Q: An issue?

A: No, I'm okay, sometimes I have nothing to say.

Q: Do you have a message for the Chelsea fans, who think you are back in the title race?

A: No message.

Q: But you are back in it now?

A: I don't know.

Q: Is it because of Sky TV (who had switched the game to Thursday)

A: Maybe it is because of you, I don't know.

Q: Would you rather say nothing?

A: It's a good question, I don't know what to answer. It's not Sky, I enjoy watching them.

Q: You are two points behind Man Utd but you don't know whether you are back in the title race?

A: No, I don't know

Q: Are you in the title race again?

A: I don't know. I am sorry, you can write what you want and I will answer how I want.

A conversation

Between two people who completely understand each other...

"... Yeah! So AWESOME! That guy said..."
"... ofcourse he said that! What else would you expect him to say after..."
"...Yeah, I suppose you're right, but then again if I..."
"...eat him? No... that isn't a solution to everything you know, although, if you did manage to..."
".. yeah! That would work! But then arises the problem of..."
"...Hmm... that is a tough one. Maybe we could then..."
"Yeah, yeah! That would totally work! Then he'd start smoking and stuff..."
"Wait... what? What the heck are you talking about?!?"
"Um, Space Monkeys?"