It's fall again!

It's that time of the year again. Suits and pitches and queues and stupid ties.
Last year, this time, it rained.
This year, same time, it rained.
It rained.
It rained on my parade, literally and figuratively.
That's my new favorite line - Don't rain on my parade, and I will use it all the time till I find a new one.

I had a nice walk home today with a girl in a purdah.  I never walk at the same pace side by side with strangers and neither do they, but this time, we did, silently, and shared a look of silent acknowledgement before parting ways.

Now I have to write a few assignments and follow up on online forms. It's fucking raining on my parade.

Heh. People, and the things they do..

Quarter hunt

Alabama
Alaska
Arizona
Arkansas
California
Colorado
Connecticut
Delaware
Florida
Georgia
Hawaii
Idaho
Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Kansas
Kentucky 
Louisiana
Maine
Maryland
Massachusetts
Michigan
Minnesota
Mississippi
Missouri
Montana
Nebraska
Nevada
New Hampshire
New Jersey
New Mexico
New York
North Carolina
North Dakota
Ohio
Oklahoma
Oregon
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
South Carolina
South Dakota
Tennessee
Texas
Utah
Vermont
Virginia
Washington
West Virginia
Wisconsin
Wyoming


48 states done, 2 more to go. If any of you here, in Michigan, happen to read this, and have any of the 2 state quarters that I don't have, it would be awesome if you let me know!

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The perfect sub

Yes, there exists such a thing. I found the perfect sub in my universe.

Bread - Italian herb and cheese.
Cheese - Swiss.
Toasted with the jalapenos.
Topping - A little bit of lettuce, some green peppers, Onions, Banana peppers, black olives. Tomatoes (optional).
Sauce - Sweet onion.
Seasoning - Oregano.

Even if I were a girl, this would have been the best six inches ever.

Relief

Helpful quote from "The king's speech".

Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse! Balls, balls... fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and... tits. 

Does wonders, this one.

Edit: In my case, it helped me solve an annoying itch-in-the-middle-of-my-back-where-i-cant-fucking-reach css problem.

Plan.

Step 1 - ?
Step 2 - $$$$$
Step 3 - Travel.

One of these days, I will write something that I will read later and go, "Shit. He's got a point there". One of these days..

Chasing bugs.

Developers code.
Developers create products.
Developers unwittingly create bugs.
Developers track bugs.
Developers create finished products.

This is to all the bugs I have unleashed and I still chase. Here's to all bugs that I didn't unleash but still chase. Here's to all heisenbugs, my favorite, albeit most annoying, of all.

I don't derive as much pleasure from creating something which has 'no bugs' as I do from eliminating them.

Red lace.

Where cameras see more than people,

     and guidebooks talk more.

Fake plastic trees and fake plastic faces.

       Dogs in handbags and children on leashes.

Quests to fit in with 'society',

    paid for with money and a rough morning after

No trash on the streets.
    But so much inside, never recycled.

Amusement parks where people throng,

     History forgotten because it didn't have a guided tour.

Insurance salesman sits in a corner of the train

     Troubled eyes closed, face creased.

In the midst of metallic monstrosities

        lies weather-beaten exposed brick.

Big Bvildings and awnings,

       with elaborate faces.

When two get all the attention,

     And the others still stand patient.

Where you can walk on the road,

     and discover a walk through the woods.

Where you can hear a saxophone,

     cry out words which the city spoke in its ear.

Where old italian man and son fish on a small boat,

   surrounded by others with tanning women and drinking men.

Where the human posing as a statue,

    is more real than the ones he entertains

Where songs are still sung,

   and happy dances are danced.

Where music isn't all about her glorious booty,

       or how he would tap it.

Where you could walk out your balcony or look out your window,

       and touch the train as it passes by.

Where men sit in suits and smoke cigars

        laugh and discuss on their lawns as a maid patiently stands by.

At the heart of a city in debt, lives 

       History rich with money and power,

       

It lies silent, not to be tainted,

      By the future it never foresaw.

In the midst of madness a city lives,

       and its people survive, to silently tell the tale.

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Just another person who got lost in the city.