Shady Shades

So, remember how the monkeys snatched my fancy glares? I went for 2 months without any. Then I decided that I had to get my lazy butt off the couch and do some legwork. I called up my old faithful shop.

Just my luck - the technician who had made my eyeglasses (and that's another long story for another day) had quit and opened a business of his own. I decided to go to him directly and get my new shades made.

I had a hard time finding his shop and an even harder time finding something that would suit my face. All those fancy shmancy glasses made me look like batman. After an hour of scouring the shop (and I can recollect with distinct clarity the sigh of relief) I found one that didn't make me look like an alien. Quick orders were placed and I waited impatiently over the next few days to get my brand new glasses.

He got it all wrong. I couldn't see a thing. The power was wrong, the fitting was wrong, there was a chip in a lens, just about everything was off. I was pissed. He gave me a fancy story about curvature and I then selected a pair of nerdy looking frames and asked him to redo the whole thing at no extra cost.

He agreed and within 2 days, delivered the new shades to my house.

They work.

I am protected from the sunlight.

I also look like an alien.

30th Jan 2010

It was the brightest full moon of the decade. I was really excited. Tried real hard to get some pics. Check out my photoblog to see what I managed to capture!

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YAWN. I don't quite know what all that hoopla is all about. Its not even an interesting movie. And does it have any 3D effects at all? No sir-ee! Mr Cameroon please look at the dictionary the next time before you start with the script. While you are at it, try getting someone to write a story too.

Running

Running is good and all, no doubt. But look what havoc it wrecks! And all this muck still hasn't gone despite scrubbing away to glory.

Hound of the Baskervilles

Half way through this book, I was half scared, half jittery, half dying to know what would happen next. It is one of my favourite Sherlock Holmes stories. Of course, when you are a kid of 12, silly things like hounds can scare you senseless. You can't get scared of all that when you are a mature responsible adult.

Mostly, anyway.

So here I am, a Modesty Blaise in flesh and blood, living in a swanking apartment in a quiet neighbourhood. All is well until midnight strikes. And then, the night silence is shattered by the ominous baying of a million dogs.

Owww...Oooo.....oooooooooooooooooooooooo

Let me tell you, when the confederation of mongrels decides to hold an olympic baying match in the wee hours, it takes all your willpower to not scramble in a mad dash to hide under the bed.

So I do what any mature responsible adult does - plug my ipod in at a really really loud volume, dunk my head in half a dozen pillows and pray.

And somewhere in the midst of all that chaos, blessed sleep washes over.

Lazy Lazy Lazy

In other words, LAZY! That's generally how I prefer my weekends. Nice and slow, late mornings and later nights, books, movies and shopping galore!