Just when I thought the Mac could not get any more fun (I really need to figure out how to upload some of the Garageband stuff) I discover ComicLife
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, December 07, 2007
Do you understand me?
If you have glanced through this blog and at some point thought...what the heck (yea right, hecks the word you use!) is she babbling about? Take heart, it's not you it's me, sort of. Well, more accurately this lack of comprehension stems from the fact that your IQ does not cross the 140 range. Apparently you have to be a genius to understand what I write. *Sigh!* no wonder even I dont understand half the things I am trying to say!!
Maybe what I really need to do is KISS
Maybe what I really need to do is KISS
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Living in Strange Times
Inspired by the newly crowned Maharaja’s Burrito Post . This should be sung in the tune of We Didn’t Start The Fire by Billy Joel.
Living in Strange Times
Burritos foully cussing and cursing,
Also frequently and randomly bursting.
Tacos protesting Enchiladas desisting,
Tostadas, Fajitas, frothing, fermenting.
chorus:
Oh what strange times we live in...
It’s all so scary and frightening,
Not at all enlightening.
Oh what strange times we live in...
Does nobody else here see,
It’s time for all to flee
Lomein is howling, chowmein is screaming,
Mandarin and Orange chicken are freaking.
Rolls unwrapping, dumplings are splitting,
Fortunes of cookies are seen reversing.
chorus:
oh what strange times we live in...
Vindaloo is crying the pakoras are frying,
Lamb and Chicken curries aren’t trying.
Tandoori chicken in the oven is prying,
Biryani accuses Dum Aloo of lying.
chorus:
Oh what strange times we live in...
It’s all so scary and frightening,
Not at all enlightening.
Oh what strange times we live in...
Does nobody else here see,
It’s time for all to flee
To flee, To flee, To flee…
Living in Strange Times
Burritos foully cussing and cursing,
Also frequently and randomly bursting.
Tacos protesting Enchiladas desisting,
Tostadas, Fajitas, frothing, fermenting.
chorus:
Oh what strange times we live in...
It’s all so scary and frightening,
Not at all enlightening.
Oh what strange times we live in...
Does nobody else here see,
It’s time for all to flee
Lomein is howling, chowmein is screaming,
Mandarin and Orange chicken are freaking.
Rolls unwrapping, dumplings are splitting,
Fortunes of cookies are seen reversing.
chorus:
oh what strange times we live in...
Vindaloo is crying the pakoras are frying,
Lamb and Chicken curries aren’t trying.
Tandoori chicken in the oven is prying,
Biryani accuses Dum Aloo of lying.
chorus:
Oh what strange times we live in...
It’s all so scary and frightening,
Not at all enlightening.
Oh what strange times we live in...
Does nobody else here see,
It’s time for all to flee
To flee, To flee, To flee…
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Microsoft Paint Timepass
This is what I have been doing with my (Not So) free time.......
Paradise Lost
Scribbled Smiley
Appu
Paradise Lost 
Scribbled Smiley 
Piya
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Poems
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
-Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though,
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I Thank Thee
-Sanchita Banerjee
Oh sweet night and blessed darkness
I find succor in thy company.
As I crawl into thy very depths,
Comforting blankness surrounds me,
An insular isolated entity.
Worry, strife, horror and grief
Pass me over as I sleep.
Oblivious like a newborn babe
Cloaked by thee, a shielding cape.
Through the thin separation
Of my perishable skin,
Thou poureth into my very soul.
With love and infinite care,
Thy taketh away my weariness
And maketh me whole.
Oh blessed darkness I thank thee,
For the succor thy provideth to me.
-Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though,
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I Thank Thee
-Sanchita Banerjee
Oh sweet night and blessed darkness
I find succor in thy company.
As I crawl into thy very depths,
Comforting blankness surrounds me,
An insular isolated entity.
Worry, strife, horror and grief
Pass me over as I sleep.
Oblivious like a newborn babe
Cloaked by thee, a shielding cape.
Through the thin separation
Of my perishable skin,
Thou poureth into my very soul.
With love and infinite care,
Thy taketh away my weariness
And maketh me whole.
Oh blessed darkness I thank thee,
For the succor thy provideth to me.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Limericks and absurdity
Needed some absurdity in my life hence I went about composing limericks, so here goes:
Bubba
Their lived a guy called Bubba
In the city of Aruba,
He loved to waltz’s
But didn’t have the balls
As he was named Hubba Bubba
The mean Cockatoo
A great mean white cockatoo,
flew the skies of Timbuktu.
He would swear with vigor and malice,
at the Swallows, eagles and the pionus.
But to his despair,
with a style decidedly debonair,
they called him a preposterous nincompoo!!!
The boy and the girl
(warning: content slightly risqué)
A boy decidedly handsome
looked for love and then some.
Till a girl unabashedly beautiful,
caught him with a tug and a pull.
They wedded and bedded,
and had kids cute and chubby.
Hence the couple was supremely satiated
living their life as wife and hubby.
The best advice I found to write a limerick was by a certain Alan Reber by means of a well...limerick!!!!
The limerick is furtive and mean
You must keep her in close quarantine
Or she sneaks to the slums
And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk and obscene.
To learn more about limerickis check out Wikipedia
Bubba
Their lived a guy called Bubba
In the city of Aruba,
He loved to waltz’s
But didn’t have the balls
As he was named Hubba Bubba
The mean Cockatoo
A great mean white cockatoo,
flew the skies of Timbuktu.
He would swear with vigor and malice,
at the Swallows, eagles and the pionus.
But to his despair,
with a style decidedly debonair,
they called him a preposterous nincompoo!!!
The boy and the girl
(warning: content slightly risqué)
A boy decidedly handsome
looked for love and then some.
Till a girl unabashedly beautiful,
caught him with a tug and a pull.
They wedded and bedded,
and had kids cute and chubby.
Hence the couple was supremely satiated
living their life as wife and hubby.
The best advice I found to write a limerick was by a certain Alan Reber by means of a well...limerick!!!!
The limerick is furtive and mean
You must keep her in close quarantine
Or she sneaks to the slums
And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk and obscene.
To learn more about limerickis check out Wikipedia
Thursday, May 19, 2005
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