Too much of a good thing
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The curse of the xoxo
I've had my issues with >:D< and :-* too. The latter would sow in your head seeds of doubt that the person who typed it was actually Sharad Pawar in disguise (y'know, him and :-* both with not-centrally-placed mouths?).
Anyway, then came along the muahh scourge. It is borderline understandable if your face-to-face actions corresponded to your facebook-to-facebook ones. But appending a muahh/mwaah when you wouldn't have done it ordinarily if you were with the person, is just not acceptable. I'd overlook that too, if not for the next generation hugs&kisses. It just baffles and bedafafaffles me! Firstly, there's never a single hug and kiss. I've searched and searched in vain for just an xo. But it's always an xoxo. Secondly, it's always alternatively placed. Two hugs or kisses aren't ever given together. So if you're really bored, and are imagining the sequence, you're guaranteed some laughter.
Sometimes I lapse deep into thought, phasing out from the rest of the mundane world, and I wonder if a lower case 'o' is a tighter hug and whether an upper case 'X' means a sloppier kiss.
Well, it's not gonna be long before your notifications say 'XYZ has commented on a photo of you with an xoxo' or 'XYZ has written on your wall an xoxo'. The day, dear reader, is not far away. Until then, unpredictable as I am, XOXO!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
While the genial mood persists...
Labels: Life gyaan
Friday, April 17, 2009
With a build-up like that, I owe you a good storey.
It begins of course, at the place I've been spending the last 4 months in- good ol' room, where I was passionately badmouthing the Egyptians for a practice they've diffused. Have no doubts, Mummy expletives were included. When I then got down to observing that blastid tradition; that most painful obligation to society- more famous as showering, I... I..er.. forgot...er...which knob was for hot water, and which one for cold! I might have worn a left shoe on the right foot and vice versa. I might have not been able to tell the difference between elastic and inelastic collision. I might have mistaken a Lamb of God song for Akon's. But THIS, dear reader, is different. Grudgingly notwithstanding, I have been religious in bathing daily. For years!
I could tell you how much the knobs should each be rotated to get a cozy lukewarm. In degrees AND radians, goddammit. But that day, that cursed day, the basic distinction was forgot. How. HOW.