Scandalising me is more or less like tickling me:

The overwhelming majority of people who have tried have found themselves incapable of doing it, but once you've discovered how to do it, it's ridiculously easy.

I was reading about Silverchair's Daniel Johns today and the fact that his anorexia caused him to drop to about fifty kilograms at his nadir.

My reaction was:

"Fifty kilograms? I only weigh fifty-seven kilograms!"

I was more alarmed by the fact that he was scared that all apples contained razorblades, frankly.

Am I missing something?

I loathe people addressing me by my last name. I absolutely detest it. It drives me batty. My last name is not my name. I am not in an English boarding school. And it's not like there are other people in uni who share my first name. If nothing else, the use of my surname in conversation is conclusive proof that the speaker is not someone I'm very fond of, since my close friends never use it. My close friends all address me by my correct and full first name, strangely enough, despite many nicknames having been invented for me over the years, some of which are still in use.

Come to think of it, unlike many other people, the use of nicknames for me is an indicator of emotional distance, not proximity.

In any case, I'm going to use some excuse to change my surname in the future. It's a rubbish surname, and I doubt it'll cause substantial harm for me to change my surname if, say, I get married or something. (Yes, I am aware that I wouldn't ordinarily change my surname in such a situation. So what?) In addition to ridding me of this ridiculous thing, it will also enable me to be completely untraceable, since possible blasts from the past will have no idea that I've changed my name, or, even if they do, they won't know what I've changed it to.

It's too much to ask, though, that my parents also have no idea what I've changed my name to, isn't it?

I simply don't get people who have a penchant for stating the obvious.

"Oh, you're here!"

How do you want me to react to that? Surprise? Shock? Relief? "Oh, thank goodness! I was under the impression I was somewhere else!"

I just remembered these guys today.



I think I'm in love all over again.

I simply cannot take a paper or a presentation seriously if it's entirely in Comic Sans MS.

Seriously.

I don't care if it's supposed to be "child-friendly" or if you've changed font colours to red, green and blue in the middle to highlight certain terms.

Comic Sans MS is not even good for COMICS. It's certainly not good enough for an academic presentation.

Now that I've "upgraded" my Blogger account, my Gmail account seems to control everything. If I sign out of Gmail, I'm signed out of Orkut and Blogger as well. Yet signing into one doesn't necessary entail automatic access to the others. It just strikes me as a little odd that Google, which tried so hard to justify the creation of Gmail as being linked somehow to their search functionality, is now acquiring an increasing number of services that are of genuinely no consequence to their lives as a search engine business.

Does no-one else detect some serious mission creep?

Occasionally I wonder whether my opinion of the movies I watch is compromised by even a vague knowledge of their contents. Is it better to begin a movie knowing nothing more than its title? Does that somehow allow the scriptwriter and the director to take me down every twist and turn with the full extent of the intended surprise?

Or would I just end up watching a lot of bad movies?

It's a strange, strange day when you open Google Talk and realise that the only people online are your exes.

*sigh*

Subject line of one of the many spam e-mails I deleted today:

"Esthetic Brainwashing"


My Bulk folder is the source of endless amusement.

When I sign out of this thing, it insists on signing me in with my Gmail account (which, by the way, I use basically to chat with the likes of Snake Anthony, more than for any actual e-mail). If I sign out of the damned thing in order to post, it signs me out of Gmail as well. Thank heavens I had the brains to use my Gmail ID for Orkut instead of my other Google account, or this madness would be happening there as well.

My dislike of Blogspot continues.

Is this thing on?