staying.cool

i last posted on march 20th, according to the post below. which makes it nearly 9 days since i came up with anything to put on here. including tiny tid-bits about the porn stars around us; or maybe the fact that i got something new. which reminds me that i got my second transformer recently, i now own both bumblebee and skyblast. not that that had anythign to do with trying to make up content for this post. as you can imagine, i’m pretty stoked about the fact that the transformer can actually convert into the robot.

the question is still what to make of this current post. in other news, i have managed to watch ‘race’, as well follow the beautiful number of messages on the rediff message boards about the review written. including comments about the reviewer’s antecedants, as well as about the sheer brilliance of the movie. which has kinda been missed by me. its a pretty straightforward movie to follow, once you realise that no-one in the movie really cares about it in the first place. the directors, of course, care least of all… including conveniently forgetting the lack of script, point, twists or anything that could possibly construe making it worthwhile. don’t ask me why i was watching it in the first place. such is life.

my flickr has been suffering, with over a 1000 photos in india alone, and not one of them making the album… simply due to lack of time. its a little frustrating to have a hobby and not be able to develop it the way i want to. i’m not sure why, the lack of a time table is probably playing a larger role than i deem to acquiesce to. this has obviously carried over into this space, i don’t like that this is happening with me.

seeing as i have managed to make a post about the lack of a title, about the lack of so many other things, its fitting that the post lacks a conclusion.

Standing there, waiting. The time ticked by. An eternity. Forever.

A movement. Lights were coming on.

Shadows surrounded him, the spot he was in was shielded even in the scorching sun. The merest shadow of a smile crossed his face.

It would soon be time.

Flashes.

The final rays of the sun illuminated the space nearby. His position was perfect, neither the rays, nor the probing eyes.. none of them would be able to find him. He moved his hand, the first movement in nearly an hour for him, and checked his side. All good.

The slamming reached his ears, this was standard procedure. He peeked in the direction of the sun. Soon, very soon.

He watched the rigmarole unfold, as it did every night. The light snapped off at each window by the steel gates slamming closed… the next… the next, they were all done. A barring sound coming as the gate closed. Security was above all.

He had vague memories of it not being thus. Memories of not having to wait, not wanting to wait, of the roads being asphalt and not grass.. of red not being the most important color around, of light not being hated, of a life that did not revolve around the next meal, of smiling, laughing… what was the word?… talking even. His fingers curled in towards the palm, leaving the thumb sticking up - that was a good thing. The thumb went in, the middle finger extended - that had been a frequently used thing. He stood staring at the semi-darkness that encompassed his hand, mouth not a little open… and the silence deafened him. He looked up at the house. It was time.

The prey in the house had it all wrong. They still had organization, albeit loose, albeit wild. They still knew that some things in the house were worth saving, even just to be hunted again. They had warned him when he had captured one of them. They knew that the carnage from one night ago had started here. They had sent him to follow, they had stationed him, and now they had come.

He moved… pattering on the stones as he had been trained to… the signal given, he moved closer to the house. The pattering was carried by the sound of a thousand feet pattering the same asphalt… running toward him, the notice was given, the game was afoot. A tinny sound from the house… warning!

It did not matter. The prey was not to survive. He passed a crudely painted sign. The scrawl would have meant something, once. ‘Dr. Robert Neville’ was savagely broken, and thrown.

It was time to feast.

Inspired by ‘I Am Legend’

and now i have some time. lets see what happens.

and i need to stop making these one line posts.

based on the release notes for the latest beta of firefox, all i can say is: wow. i’m blown away, and then some. how something like IE8 even hopes to compete, i don’t know. safari is always a boo-hoo, and opera, i’m sorry to say can’t really measure up in terms of compatibility.

the question will soon be: how did people browse the net before firefox ?

meanwhile, i skirt dangerously on the border of killing myself for the next deadline. however, i know that this is the reason i’m doing any of this in the first place. i’m loving every minute of it.

to the guy who tried to kill my site/blog:

you managed to send 250 spam messages in 2 hours. you managed to load up the server on which my blog sits, and screw with its usage enough that my provider had to shut down my blog. you managed to fuck around enough with my site that i couldn’t do anything with it - and even now am facing mysql issues.

you really are a bastard. a black hole ip too ? smart. fucker.

and thanks to ukhost4u. you guys rock !

..and i still won’t go find a life for myself. go figure. i have no reason to be writing about this, but i am. go keep figuring.