Monday, 28 October 2013

Makes Me Wonder

There are certain things about this world that should probably not confuse me so much, but they do. For instance . . .

Car racing
At some point, mankind decided we aren't messed up enough already, so we should build some fancy cars that'll guzzle tons of petrol but which people will never drive on roads or do anything useful with.

Douchebags.

Ryan Gosling
I just don't get it. Sure, he's not bad looking and he's not a bad actor, but there is nothing about him that justifies the hordes of starry-eyed girls who start squealing at the very mention of his name. 

This is where I'd put up a picture of him 
to explain my indifference 
if I liked or hated him enough 
to have a picture of him on my blog. 

Justin Bieber
What up with all the hate? He sounds better than the other famous kids who sing these days, he's a decent dancer, he produces some of his music (I think), and he's adorable. Okay, not so adorable any more. Still, he has some pretty good songs. Disliking him is understandable, but to hate him enough to devote so much time and energy into channelling that hate is a little abnormal. Come on, if you don't like him, ignore him. No one's forcing him on you.

Ambidextrous confusion
It's befuddling how most people are wired. If you can do something with one hand, it's only logical that you should be able to do it just as well with the other hand. I'm sure science has explanations, but it seems wrong to not be ambidextrous when we have bilaterally symmetrical bodies. I mean, have you ever heard anyone ask which foot you use more? We're SUPPOSED to be able to use both hands equally well.

Another thing I don't understand is people who make me have conversations like this:

All right, I haven’t thought of shunning the non-believers before.

Anyway, I've realized conversations like this are easier:
Other people: Oh, you're a leftie?
Me: Yes.
Other people, later: Hey, you're using your right hand!
Me: Yes.
Other people: So which do you use more while writing?
Me, ever so sweetly: Whichever I want.

It’s not that I don’t use a certain hand more often than the other to do some things; it’s just annoying when people try to label you as left-handed or right-handed, especially when they seem to ardently believe that how you write is the only thing that matters.

Why do people care so much about writing anyway? First off, most people hardly write by hand any more thanks to computers and phones and the like. Secondly, when did writing become the most important thing we do? Why don't people ask about things we all do every day, like which hand you eat with or brush your teeth with or wash your butt with after pooping? Fine, I know why people might avoid that last one, but you get the point, yes?

People who don't like rain and/or chocolate
Rain is beautiful. Rain is inspiring. Rain makes everything brighter and cleaner. Rain (usually) gives some relief from blinding sunlight and makes the weather perfect for junk food, coffee, hot chocolate . . .
I don't get why people would not like chocolate. To not like some kinds of chocolate is fine. To not like ANY sort of chocolate? Disturbing.

Why feet are shunned
So you’re sitting on the floor and your feet happen to point towards someone. The first person to notice will try to catch your attention and make you change your sitting position in as discreet a manner as possible. If this doesn’t work, said person will proceed to get anxious because if more people notice your blasphemous feet, you’re disrespectful and there’s going to be hell to pay.
Now unless your feet are really dirty, there's no good reason why it should bother anyone. What's all the fuss about? Are you going to accuse the feet for not being more flexible or altogether invisible? Like they don't do enough for us already! Feet really are taken for granted and not appreciated nearly as much as they should be. Be nice to your feet, people!

Why guys wear so much deodorant
I wonder which came first, the advertisements with guys who wear too much deo or the actual guys who wear too much deo. It's perfectly understandable why selfish deo companies have ads like that, but are guys stupid enough to fall for that or are brands tapping into some unknown-to-others system in guys that makes them use a can as a single helping?
Either way, the stench has terrible effects on normal people's olfactory senses. And oh, it does NOT make you attractive. At all.

Mobile phone sizes
When we went from landlines to cordless phones to cellphones, I naturally assumed phones were getting smaller so they were more, you know, mobile.
But then at some point, there was this conspiracy I was completely unaware of and suddenly things started going the other way around. Mobile phones went from something you could easily operate with one hand to something you needed two hands to hold carefully to something you could no longer carry in your pockets unless you got yourself a magician's coat. And I still can't help but snigger silently when I see something like this:

Sure, I’ve never heard anyone actually say that, but it looks awfully inconvenient.

Music
Not so much confusing as incredibly amazing. Seven notes is basically all we have, and there are millions of songs and so many different genres it's mind blowing. It's nothing short of magic to me. It’s like books, but slightly more fascinating for reasons I don't quite know how to explain.
Many new songs these days sound like stuff I’ve heard before. If we ever reach a point when people find there's no new music, that's when the world should end. Hopefully we'll all be dead by then and it won't happen any time soon because you've got the music in yoooouu . . . health insurance rip off, lying, FDA, big bankers buying, fake computer crashes, dying . . . sorry, I got distracted by the awesomeness of that song.

Right, I think I'm done now.

Monday, 27 May 2013

Rain: A Sonnet On It


I really wanted to write a Petrarchan sonnet but wasn't particularly inspired when I wrote it because it wasn't raining. Also, I found it's way harder than I thought it would be. Keeping track of rhyming schemes and metre at the same time can be incredibly difficult, but managed to do it somehow. Not very well, but I did it.

A faint glow lights up the dark morning sky
And slowly gets bright, turning up the heat.
Slowly creeping up on you from your feet,
The harsh sun rays strike you right in the eye.
You crawl through the day with many a sigh,
Too hot and drowsy to get off your seat,
Drink water, eat some ice, water, repeat,
Wishing for the cold, for the heat to die.
But soon the white sky turns to a deep grey
With a few clouds, the occasional breeze,
And the promise of rain from far away.
The winds get cold and much stronger, and trees
Start getting wet and violently sway.
Rain pours down at last, puts the world at ease.

Because drawing a picture always makes it better.

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

More haikus


The haiku is not
A form I excel at, but
I try anyway.

Three souls in my room:
Frightened me looking round for
Two flying insects.

Insect 1 and 2,
Please don’t fly about like that
Go, leave me alone.

Insect 1
Like a sleek sporty version of a ladybug 

Insect on my couch
Sat there resting for a while
And then disappeared.

Insect 2
Creepy, I tell you

Insect on my wall
Jumped at me, so I jumped too.
It shall jump no more.

Which reminds me, RIP, Chris Kelly. (For those of you who don’t know, he was part of the duo Kris Kross. Their most famous song was Jump. I swear I didn’t think about it until I finished writing that haiku)
Also, I didn’t squish the wall insect. It disappeared quietly just like the other one.