All hail the large pink menancing kangaroo

So like, I went to see the Aussie Pink Floyds last night and can I just say... not bad. Not bad at all. Pretty freakin' good actually. As usual I was excited and wanted to get there an hour early to beat the lines but either it was because we actually did get there an hour early or there was such good crowd management that I didn't actually wait in line. We parked in the Shaw's parking lot and so of course I was fretting about having to rescue the car from the tow lot because of course everybody at Shaw's is watching you enter and exit the shop and is keenly aware that you are abusing their 2 hour parking limit. Khan actually hit me over the head when I expressed such concerns.

So I had #24 and they had #s 5 and 6 and you would think that grown men and women would understand the everybody-move-over-one concept but we actually had an usher come to sort out the fuss because people got confused. Remind me not to be smart at a Pink Floyd tribute show. These people have obviously smoked up what little grey cell power they had. Anyway, two chaps were talking too loud behind us so we moved away to emptier sections. Yes, I had trouble hearing the music. Yes, even at that volume. Look it IS possible. Section 113, Row P, Seats 5 and 6 shame on you for ruining opening riffs for me. Floyd music is all about the damn opening riffs.

So after all this excitement, I actually fell asleep for bits of the first half. Before you get all up in arms about it recognize that everybody knows that the first half is rubbish and it's only after the break when the band's had a chance to drink some and smoke some do they truly get into their element. And speaking of smoking some, the fog in the arena was quite think with fumes can I just say. It still surprises me when folks light up at concerts in the States. I mean, it's more illegal here than in India isn't it? Anyway, I didn't smoke any if that's wot you're thinking. I was scared my dentist would yell at me.

Wot?! Good gum health is important. Mustn't neglect the gums.

Can I just say, I think Steve Mac is bloody brilliant. He sounds just like David Gilmour. They did try to put their own spin on some stuff but quite frankly they need to stay true to the original.

All in all a good time was had by all in the second bit. That coupled with the lamb shawarma I had for a midnight snack and the memories of kicking some serious ass at work earlier made for a very satisfying day.

I want to be Johnny Kalsi

More than I want to do him. Is that so wrong?

You know, I've just realized

I like pretty much any movie that has the following words, phrases or characters:

• "It's on"
  
• "Bring it"
  
• "Eyeballs, what's the deal?"
  
• "Dive! Dive! Dive!"
  
• "You don't wanna fight me"
  
• Pirates
  
• S.W.A.T teams
  
• Helicopters
  
• Anybody with an accent that's not American
  
• Personal jets
  
• Cadillacs
  
• Fat Italian men
  
• Fat Italian women
  
• At least one entire scene of someone important cooking
  
• Anything in animal prints
  
• Will Smith
  
• Will Smith in animal prints
  
• Bribery, racketeering and/or murder
  
• Gangsters
  
• Shit that blows up
  
• Vampires
  
• Cool music
  
• Tunneling
  
• Teams that take out security stations
  
• Narcs
  
• Iguanas
  
• Military
  
• Automatic weapons
  
• People who get smuggled in coffins
  
• Men named Carlos
  
• "We are 100% go"
  
• Robot cars
  
• Exploding robot cars
  
• Explosions
  
• Rap music
  
• Stealing
  
• Infra-red light
  
• "Get me the American beetch!"
  
• The Russian Mafia
  
• The Italian Mafia
  
• The Columbian Mafia
  
• The Cuban Mafia
  
• The Irish Mafia
  
• Rocket launchers
  
• "We've got company"
  

Now, if I could only find the one movie that has all the above, I'd finally buy a movie.

I'm sorry I haven't blogged in a while

I've had to spend some time healing. I'm well on my way now so maybe I'll get on it shortly.

I haven't been completely useless while I've been away. I have learnt the following:

1. Physical therapists are all illegitimate children of the Devil who don't understand the meaning of the words, "don't do that, it hurts".


2. Firemen are very hot and very chivalrous regardless of which precinct they belong to or how old they are.


3. I like mobikes more than I thought I did.


4. Injections in the tough part of the heel of your foot hurt more than you'd think.


5. I have very limited night vision and should avoid driving at night especially in the rain and I would like to sincerely apologize to all the smelly undergrad geeks at MIT who are all also apparently blind AND completely oblivious to road crossing laws.


6. I now live in Mass. and the motorist has absolutely NO right of way. Even on highways.


7. Physical therapists are all illegitimate children of the lawless mistress of the Devil who don't understand the meaning of the words, "no, I can't do that, it hurts".


8. There is no polite, clean or ladylike way to eat a burrito. Even when armed with a knife and fork.


9. Going out for burrito lunches with your boss will result in incessant teasing for the rest of the day because you will not be able to eat your burrito in a polite, clean or ladylike way.


10. The BBC's online radio player sucks. By which I mean that it is engineered with fuckall inferior technology and the IT crew there should jump off the nearest bridge because they have brought shame to the media industry.


11. Punjabi Hit Squad rocks.


12. I want to have Nihal's babies... lots of them.


13. It is ALWAYS a bad idea to make sudden jerky movements when your doctor comes at you with a giant needle aiming for your jaw.


14. NSAIDs will cause nausea regardless of the dosage or quantity of food consumed along with.


15. Orange juice is very bad for nausea.


16. DJ Sanj will never go out of style.


17. Physical therapists are wonderful people who have all sorts of drugs, tools, practices and tricks to fix your body after it's been battered and bruised by the ravages of time and stupidity. That and they're deaf to cries of pain.

Listen to desi dirtiness. I shall write more later.

World news report from Black Cobra Hello

Dad and I went to Karachi Darbar and got food... everyone at KD was quite pleased to see him. Dad sent the Citibank delivery fellow back because he came home and asked for proof of identity at which point Dad showed him the nameplate on the door but he wanted some other proof than that so Dad said no and then when he recounted the story at KD all the kabab makers agreed with him so Dad said from now on he will call the Citibank delivery guy to deliver him something at KD only where all the kebab makers can vouch for proof of identity.

All I got are expenses

"...constant blogging strikes me as more than gratuitous self-promotion. Clinically, it's more like hysteria." – Steve Weiss, Scottsdale, AZ