How rocket scientists roll..
11:07 PM
Me: Maybe I could propose an experiment to study the behavior of chocolate in outer space - what if aliens only ate chocolate? These questions are important!
Friend: Yeap, it could be an experiment on martian transfer diets. If astronauts only eat Chocolate for 7 months, what will happen?
Me: I'd volunteer!!
Friend: I'd be a reference for you
Me: Awesome
Friend: Mutiny on the space station
Me: Crazed astronaut claims chocolate stash for herself. Rest of the crew forcefully bundled into next Soyuz capsule and sent home. Public questions NASA's psychological criteria for their astronaut program
Friend: Crazed astronaut leaves Earth's orbit in search of mythical chocolate planet?
Me: the not-so-mythical chocolate planet
a much better place!
where global warming would only make things better!
imagine - you could lie down under a chocolate tree and just wait for the chocolate to melt :)
Friend: hahahaha
"where global warming would only make things better!"
quick, pollute pollute! It's not melted yet!!
polar chocolate caps?
Me: and snow = chocolate puffs!
and volcanoes that spew out molten chocolate.
I think I'd live inside a volcano
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, December 18, 2009
Rickety Science
My date to the JPL holiday dance bailed on me because he had to fly to Houston for work.
I'd asked him to tell Houston he had a problem.
But I guess the world really only cares about Apollo-13 sized calamities.
I'd asked him to tell Houston he had a problem.
But I guess the world really only cares about Apollo-13 sized calamities.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Eye for an I
What do you do when post scripts such as 'Sent from my iPhone' and 'Sent from my BlackBerry' at the end of perfectly inane emails, which could have done without those extra additions, which unfortunately make the innocent owners take on the appearance of smug endorsers, waving around their expensive phones in your face with smug sing-song 'nyah nyahs' start getting on your nerves?
You reply, innocently enough, and at the very end, tack on a 'Sent from my ePhone' or 'Sent from my PurpleBerry'.
You reply, innocently enough, and at the very end, tack on a 'Sent from my ePhone' or 'Sent from my PurpleBerry'.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Gmail Gags
Spamin' your inbox - nobody does it better than google.
Die On The Moon?
Find Die On The MoonHere For Sure Low Prices, Fast Shipping Till Gone
www.OhMyCrafts.com
UFO Evidence: Facts
Aliens & UFO: The Gray Area This is the Reality.
fourthkindencounters.blogspot.com
Space Flight?- Bella Gaia
"It Really felt like I was Back in Space" - NASA Astronaut
www.bellagaia.com
Been Chased By Zombies?
Shop Fun Unique Zombies Themed Gear For Yourself Or As Gifts!
www.CafePress.com
Single and Over 40?
Meet Older, Sincere Daters Everyone is Serious and Screened.
MatureSinglesOnly.com
Big Beautiful Woman
Full Encyclopedia Entry 1 Page of Information
BookRags.com
If I ever get around to clicking on any of those links (they're amusing enough without having to), I'll know I need help. Until then, at least I know I have a life.
Die On The Moon?
Find Die On The MoonHere For Sure Low Prices, Fast Shipping Till Gone
www.OhMyCrafts.com
UFO Evidence: Facts
Aliens & UFO: The Gray Area This is the Reality.
fourthkindencounters.blogspot.com
Space Flight?- Bella Gaia
"It Really felt like I was Back in Space" - NASA Astronaut
www.bellagaia.com
Been Chased By Zombies?
Shop Fun Unique Zombies Themed Gear For Yourself Or As Gifts!
www.CafePress.com
Single and Over 40?
Meet Older, Sincere Daters Everyone is Serious and Screened.
MatureSinglesOnly.com
Big Beautiful Woman
Full Encyclopedia Entry 1 Page of Information
BookRags.com
If I ever get around to clicking on any of those links (they're amusing enough without having to), I'll know I need help. Until then, at least I know I have a life.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
A Whiff of Europe
(Originally published in Nazar on July 5th, 2009)
Europe is an adult’s gingerbread house. It is made of gelato dreams and beer fantasies, made better (or worse, depending on your perspective) by movies such as A Roman Holiday and Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaayenge.
Which does not mean that Europe is not the magical land that everyone claims it to be. Let us assume, for the sake of argument, that Hansel and Gretel’s gingerbread house exists. Santa Claus exists. And magical Europe exists as well.
But if you go looking for the gingerbread house in a tour bus with, say, a dozen rowdy kids and a tour manager who was probably a prison guard in a past life, who lets you off at famous sights along the way such as the Eiffel Tower, the Rhine Falls, the Big Ben, for only 30 minutes at a time, sufficient time to hop off the bus, take a blurry photograph, grab a souvenir, do a power-walk through the surrounding areas, and hop back on the bus, you will hardly be described as being the happiest camper when you do reach the gingerbread house of your dreams.
Wisecracks for centuries have been raving about how it is the journey and not the destination that matters. And guess what, they’re actually right.
Over just 11 days, my tour group covered Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Belgium, France, and England. I made a wish at the wishing fountain in Rome, straightened up the Leaning tower of Pisa in the characteristic tourist pose, got a view of Switzerland from its highest point, and saw the famous statue of a little kid pissing in Belgium. I visited Harry Potter’s enigmatic Platform 9 ¾ at King’s Cross Station in London, I saw a man churn out a figure of gorgeous fish from molten glass in Venice’s Murano Glass factory, and I tasted the famous Black Forest cake in Germany’s original Black Forest itself.
But my Roman Holiday was mostly spent inside the bus, looking left and then right, as our tour guide pointed out Rome’s various sights. We passed right through Zurich, while everyone screamed at the driver to stop. There was no time to climb to the top of the Leaning Tower, no time to explore the vast expanse of the Vatican church, no time to go parasailing, or gondola-riding, or to sit down and have a fancy meal on the roadside in Paris.
For most of the trip, I felt like a dog on a leash, with a master who insisted on yanking me away the minute I found something amazing to sniff at.
In conclusion, to err is human, but to buy a tour package is idiotic.
(Click here for pictures!)
Europe is an adult’s gingerbread house. It is made of gelato dreams and beer fantasies, made better (or worse, depending on your perspective) by movies such as A Roman Holiday and Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaayenge.
Which does not mean that Europe is not the magical land that everyone claims it to be. Let us assume, for the sake of argument, that Hansel and Gretel’s gingerbread house exists. Santa Claus exists. And magical Europe exists as well.
But if you go looking for the gingerbread house in a tour bus with, say, a dozen rowdy kids and a tour manager who was probably a prison guard in a past life, who lets you off at famous sights along the way such as the Eiffel Tower, the Rhine Falls, the Big Ben, for only 30 minutes at a time, sufficient time to hop off the bus, take a blurry photograph, grab a souvenir, do a power-walk through the surrounding areas, and hop back on the bus, you will hardly be described as being the happiest camper when you do reach the gingerbread house of your dreams.
Wisecracks for centuries have been raving about how it is the journey and not the destination that matters. And guess what, they’re actually right.
Over just 11 days, my tour group covered Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Belgium, France, and England. I made a wish at the wishing fountain in Rome, straightened up the Leaning tower of Pisa in the characteristic tourist pose, got a view of Switzerland from its highest point, and saw the famous statue of a little kid pissing in Belgium. I visited Harry Potter’s enigmatic Platform 9 ¾ at King’s Cross Station in London, I saw a man churn out a figure of gorgeous fish from molten glass in Venice’s Murano Glass factory, and I tasted the famous Black Forest cake in Germany’s original Black Forest itself.
But my Roman Holiday was mostly spent inside the bus, looking left and then right, as our tour guide pointed out Rome’s various sights. We passed right through Zurich, while everyone screamed at the driver to stop. There was no time to climb to the top of the Leaning Tower, no time to explore the vast expanse of the Vatican church, no time to go parasailing, or gondola-riding, or to sit down and have a fancy meal on the roadside in Paris.
For most of the trip, I felt like a dog on a leash, with a master who insisted on yanking me away the minute I found something amazing to sniff at.
In conclusion, to err is human, but to buy a tour package is idiotic.
(Click here for pictures!)
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Newest Feature
Weather.com now not only gives you an hour-by-hour weather forecast of upto 10 days, allergy updates and pollen levels in your area, and information on ski resorts and holiday hotspots, but also tells you about mosquito levels.
How useful, especially if you are in India.
Or France.
How useful, especially if you are in India.
Or France.
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