maiden tweeting
interesting conversation found on #maidenblr:
i’m no fan of iron maiden, but even i know that. and while on the topic, anyone else feels iron maiden’s coming down to india way too often?
for those who came in late, dna is a newspaper, and made a biggish deal about tweeting live from the maiden concert in bangalore.
not the dna networks people who did the concert.
santosh lobo, i don’t know.
very nice! high five!
ever had one of those failed high fives? where your hands miss each other completely? or worse, your thumbs meet and get locked together…
if you think you have a bad time, ryan seacrest had it much worse when he tried high-fiving a blind guy on american idol last week.
and to celebrate the occasion, a blind-guy joke:
q: why does stevie wonder sway his head from side to side while singing?
a: he’s trying to find the microphone.
dedication is all it takes to be a reporter
i hear ndtv’s looking for a replacement for barkha dutt… the terrorists were complaining that she didn’t repeat the details of the operation often enough.
this man’s capable enough, i tell you.
found via surdy’s gtalk status.
there’s no accounting for stupidity
interface designers spend ages trying to design the perfect gui. but some idiot comes along and ruins it all for them…
admittedly, yaari does not cater to the brightest minds in the world.
but seriously… “yes”???
seventeen thousand degrees of internet separation
at times, i have absolutely nothing to do… and then i tend to waste time doing that nothing by clicking through site after site on the interwebs… a game i call seventeen thousand degrees of internet separation. how you play it is like so: you think of a word, google it, click on any one of the results, and keep clicking on arbit links leading off each site you come to… you win if you visit seventeen thousand sites.
i never win. i guess i should make the rules of the game easier.
and here’s something useful i came across: a strap-on stool for field work. that’s nothing new… i know loads of people who walk around with a pole stuck up their behind.
the true village people
came across this hilarious video… i even downloaded the mp3. it’s a cover of the village people’s ymca. but this one’s done by a nigerian scammer… the type that keeps sending you those “i’m in desperate need of money/i have a lot of hidden money/i’m dying/my father was kidnapped/i got hit by sharks with frickin’ laser beams attached to their heads… you know the drill.
so this particular moron sent out a whole lot of mails (with all the addresses in the to: field), and even sent one to president@whitehouse.gov. and someone decided to turn the tables on him… the full story here…
utopia, or not.
there was a time when utopia welcomed.. even favoured punk bands. years ago, when messiah was the only one around. but this whole tribe of messiah-wannabes (and i’m naming bands here, something i don’t normally do)… kolorfools, nomads, and now airborne. what the fuck is your problem? how many years in a row do you guys want to get beaten up? and then promptly bring your sidekicks/hos along. punk ethos is good and all that shit. just don’t act like morons.
1. things that are not cool at spa:
- messing around with girls (unless they’re your own)
- messing around with sound equipment
- messing with the bands
- acting like a prick
2. things that are cool, however:
- getting drunk
- getting stoned
- enjoying yourself
- beating up people who indulge in 1.1/2/3/4
the moron from this year’s fight at utopia was caught doing all four from section 1.
messages to people:
@ the guy who got beaten up: i have your bag, with the two books you were reading: manufacturing science and notes to myself: my struggle to become a person. you’ll really need that second book. and your air force application form… forget about that. they do drug-tests before they let you in. and your sweater… man, it stinks. i gave it away.
@ deepak/nitin/other random “punks”: you guys are not welcome. ever. the announcement i made was for you guys, and your friends. even if you come in on crutches, you will not be spared. you should know that about us. no amount of giving gurtej or me the eye would make you a hero. you guys are not kush/sumit/sarvesh… and you will never be welcome here. take a hint. and tell your friends that when they’re getting beaten up, they shouldn’t namedrop you guys. it just worsens the situation.
i know none of these guys would be around here. but if someone would be kind enough to pass on the message, everyone at spa would be very grateful.
postscript: the guy survived, he was last seen crying and running across the ring road, dodging trucks. he even gave me the metal horns on his way out. or was it the finger? i guess i’ll never know.
this post appeared in a slightly different format over at rsj.
