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Why you shouldn’t trust the interwebz
I was linked recently on a website called Pocket Cultures. Trying to imagine a poor sod learning about Kerala through my post. The one-quarter Mallu in me giggles with delight. Mmph.
Riddle me sick
Q: What’s the best word to scare one’s wife when one’s down with fever and other flu-like symptoms?
A: Oink.
I know, don’t tell me – I’m mean as an average. Sick as a mass murderer. Aaargh.
The similes are off colour today. Apologies. A little under the weather. And speaking of weather, check this out.
Hurrah for our government and their proactiveness. Ok back to the bed. Blogging shall soon resume. Don’t go too far.
DH on Facebook
Not that all my readers aren’t already on it (3 including myself), but in case there’s one or two more who’d like to show support for the blog, do join the Daily Humor Networked Blogs page on Facebook.
Unless, of course, you find it very embarassing. I’d understand. Sigh.
The URL again is: http://apps.facebook.com/blognetworks/blog/daily_humor/
Daily Humor at a new URL
All right, all you crazy fans of mine who can’t enough of me, please take note of a change of address for Daily Humor. The blog will now reside at:
Please update your bookmarks accordingly.
RSS feeds will continue to work as normal for Feedproxy feeds. For other feeds (Atom etc.), please replace “http://daily-humor.blogspot.com” with “http://blog.rohandsa.com”.
The old URL will still work, of course, but it will tell you that my site isn’t checked for spam and suchlike. Don’t believe it – my site is clean. I wash it everday.
Tenjewberrymud.
Money buys you a warm, fuzzy feeling
Do you just love me?
Have you ever wondered, “I love this blogger so much, I wish I could pay him loads of money, but I don’t know how!” Are you one of those that think, “I have this couple of million bucks that I just don’t need. I wish I could give it to someone deserving.”
Well, fear not! I have just the solution for you! Presenting the Paypal donation button for Daily Humor. Everything your favourite blogger deserves! C’mon and loosen those purse strings now, and make my dreams come true. Remember – it’s not begging if it’s online. And it will you give a warm fuzzy, feeling inside. Really.
[Link posted on sidebar for ready reference]
And that’s not all, for very low rates I can do the following:
$10 – Think happy thoughts about you
$20 – Write a nice thing about you on the blog
$50 – Tell people that you really are a wonderful person on Facebook + Youtube+ Blog (poem included, belly dance costs $500 extra)
$5000 – Think really evil things about those you dislike – takes the poison out of your mind without sparing your hated one! (Wishing for their / their children’s death not included)
$10000 – Personal visit, one-to-one interesting conversation, a bit of good humored-banter, plus all of the above.
$100,000 – Heck yeah! If you’re coughing up a 100 grand, you probably are just generous. So I’ll give you all of the above, and you will also feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. No pun intended.
Note: Donations are not limited to the above amounts. I accept anything, even decimal amounts. e.g. $10.62
Back to basics
I’m back from vacation. Time to switch the out-of-office message off. Sample this:
Large presence in the center would be me. @ the reverse bungee at Clarke’s Quay, Singapore.
Back to the routine now. No more octopus balls, shark fin soup, and fried raw oysters for snacks. No evening time Tiger beers by Clarke’s Quay. Heck, no beers in public.
At home, it’s business as usual: fog in Delhi, Income tax bribery case in Bangalore, burning buses in Kolkata and the union government ‘pressurizing’ neighbours. It’s good to be home.
Blogging may be shaken out of it’s holiday stupor. Let’s hope.
Happy Holidays!
All right, blogging will be slow or non-existent till the first week of January as I will be exploring wild and wonderful places. Hope they don’t jail me for my compulsive spitting and littering habits.
Take care and be good. No, I’m not bringing back any cheap electronics for you.
Merry Christmas and a Happpppy new year!
We are back…
…old logo et al. Life must go on. Here’s the one that we had during that awful week.
May the souls of those who passed away rest in peace. And may Citizen Ordinary be safe.
Caferati LiveJournal results are out!!
For those looking forward to the Caferati Livejournal results, they are finally, FINALLY out!
Two of my entries have made the shortlist. Please vote for your favorite blogger. Remember 10 is highest rating you can give. 
The formatting is awful, so I’ve reproduced the same here with the relevant voting links. You need to sign up with Live Journal before voting.
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Entry 211 – Dead Man’s LiveJournal (Vote here):
I was born today. Maybe not this year. But today.
June 14th, Youth
Love has lost its sheen. The birthday was bloody. Told them all it was an accident. Wonder how they think 15 exactly same-sized wounds are possible through an accident. Age can seem any old statement seem sane.
April 4th, Youth
It happened again. The dream. The paper cutter. Still with dry blood on it. The screaming in my soundproof music-cum-self-torture room. C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon! The music cuts through me, way deeper than the stupid knife ever can. Je vous aime, je dois partir.
April 17th, Youth
Road kill. Today it was just a dog. Still the flesh on my car seems to be morphing into fingers pointing at me, making it out to be the guy I might have run over years ago. It was just one glass of rum with some Cola. Couldn’t have been the drinks. The fucker shouldn’t have run across the road while I was blinded due to the overtake. I shouldn’t have fuckin’ pressed the pedal to the floor for the next 25 mins in sheer high speed panic. What could I have done if I had killed him? I had alcohol on my breath. Everyone lost. That bump still wakes me up at night. Was it a limb or a head?
April 20th, Youth
I hear the shame through the day. Not just the night. What can you do to make up the fact that you might have killed some one and were too chicken to find out? Love is all around. Yeah right! Lord, send me an angel to protect me and hug me when I hold myself behind locked bathroom doors. The shame will always persist.
May 20th, Middle Age: Birthdays. Tales of woe. Birth. Just reminds you that you were non-existent before this day. Makes you wonder when the last one will come, and what becomes of you after that. Will it be a shark bite or an avalanche or some stupid thing like cancer that makes you seem infinitely less heroic?
September 30th, Old age: Lost my breath. It’s no laughing matter. No flashing life-in-a-moment, just a major reduction in brightness, contrast and volume. The movie of your life may be only a switched off fucking TV. What if death is nothing but a scam? What if you just… die? Where does that leave you and me and our stupid code of bloody living around in morals and shit?
February 11th, Old Age: Anniversaries. What do they mean but the mathematical equivalent of anything important? Miss Jones and Mr Smith so and so did so and so this day. Big, fucking deal. Diaries. What are they good for? Release? Or public thinking? Either way, this Live Journal is now dead. And so is its writer. Hello paper cutters, meet Mr. Radial artery.
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Entry 229 (Vote here):
Excerpts from Vijay Mallya’s diary
(Somewhere in May 2008)
Another loss. Got piss drunk. Broke some bottles of competitors’ booze and had a few swigs of RC. Blanked out. I hate cheap whiskey.
Awoke to Rahul’s sms. Says he’s not going to play the game anymore. What a relief. Finally, I can replace that white elephant. Need to make travel plans to Goa to poach some Rajasthan Royal team members for next season on their Goa vacation.
Note to self: Check cockpit glass in the flight. Never know what happens.
Worried about Gian. Says he’s unhappy and not performing because he doesn’t have NFL cheerleaders rooting for him. I told him I pay him a bomb, and he can go get whoever he wants to cheer. He said not a good idea. Look what happened to Cristiano, he says. Am pissed again, need to speak to some presswallahs.
Broke some more competitor bottles and spoke to the press and took a dig at Aguri. Always helps. Pretended like I know a lot about F1. Am so smart, drives me crazy sometimes. Feeling a little better.
Another day, another disaster. Heard SAB Miller’s coming out with a brand to take KF head on. To think I named my team after one of their brands. Should have just called them Anitquity Blue Bangalore like I originally planned.
Was pissed again, so spoke to the press again. Feeling much better. Based on Rahul’s sms that he’s not going to play, said that Rahul and Charu didn’t listen to me. Also said that I wanted Misbah and some ‘others’ in the team. Hope it makes me look good. Love it when I talk like I know stuff.
Note to self: Support ladies sports more. Working with so many men is definitely not my thing.
More bad news, I looked at Rahul’s sms again. He said he’s not going to play the blame game anymore. I hate cheap whiskey.
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Wish all (both) my readers..
