I'm gonna keep this short and sweet (NOT!) - more like short and to-the-point.
Why, I hear you ask?
'Cos it still hurts - and I'm too pained by it all.
Why do our Boys in Blue (BiBs) have to go and lose the T20 series to the Black Caps when they managed to beat just about everybody else in the last few months?
I mean, does this make an iota of sense to you? Do you even know the population of Kiwiland? Its like the population of Andheri - 4 million! Its a wonder that they can even get 11 lads to knock a ball around on the cricket pitch! And to add insult to injury, they play cricket PART TIME!!!
Smells fishy, don't you think? REEKS of MATCH FIXING!
And to think that I had a buck (well, maybe a few) riding on the outcome.
I'm hopping mad, I tell you - there I was, thinking I'd recover my wager with some beer money thrown in for the weekend so I can go out and be a REAL MAN, and now this!
A big frigging hole in my pocket. Feel so like a lowlife right now.
Looks like I'm going to have to slum it out this Friday night - having spent my allowance backing our BiBs.
Sheesh!
Never again. I've said that to myself before, and the BiBs have kinda built up my confidence in them, having knocked the stuffing out of the Aussies and the Lankans and the Saffas - but now I'm shattered. And to think that some bookies are laughing all the way to the bank (Jannat-eshtyle) with MY MONEY makes me sick to tmy stomach...
Nah, I'm just down in the dumps for now, mateys.
Waaaah! Mummy! She's just about the only person who can console me right now.
oRiOn
Friday 27 February 2009
Thursday 26 February 2009
Rant of the Day - F***Book
Frigging Facebook!
Who do they think they are, huh?
First of all, they try to act all sneaky and change their ToS (Terms of Service) -
to cut a long story short, they removed a clause from their ToS which allowed users to withdraw the license it had granted to them over user information by deleting information. So under the new, proposed ToS, FBook would still have rights over DELETED INFORMATION for all perpetuity.
Here's a section describing this act of malfeasance in some detail (a thorough summary can be found here - http://www.plagiarismtoday.com/2009/02/17/the-facebook-tos-controversy/)
QUOTE: Facebook, in its TOS, gives itself “irrevocable, perpetual, non-exclusive, transferable, fully paid, worldwide license (with the right to sublicense) to (a) use, copy, publish, stream, store, retain, publicly perform or display, transmit, scan, reformat, modify, edit, frame, translate, excerpt, adapt, create derivative works and distribute” the work. It is a very wide swath of rights that many would be right to worry about giving away perpetually.
Previously, one had been able to “expire” the license by simply removing the content. With the change, that element of the license is gone, making it unclear how one would prevent Facebook from legally using the work of its users in a way that they didn’t intend. UNQUOTE
Anyway, Zuckerberg and co. have, for long, flirted with trouble - remember the allegations which were quietly settled outta court which focussed on the fact that his Harvard classmates gave him an application to develop and he ran away and started his own venture with the said idea....
I also find it really, REALLY annoying when I am invited to join various stupidass activities on Facebook and when I decide to take a look, i.e. dip my feet in the water, the activity application INSISTS on being given access to my PERSONAL information. Like I would agree! Go figure. Silly twits.
Done ranting for today - expending all my phlegmatic emotions in one sustained outburst. Damn Fbook! Damn social networking! The world was a better place without 'em! Down with Fbook! Whatever happened to conventional networking? The kind where REAL MEN sit around a bar, nursing a REAL drink (read, beer) and holding a REAL conversation (read, about women - if you'd narrow it down further, this conversation rarely went beyond tits and ass...okay, legs maybe).
Thats my take on all things which have the tag - 'internet social network' attached to them.
Now I'm off to check out Twitter - on which there will be a subsequent rant of some sort, you can be sure.
oRiOn
Who do they think they are, huh?
First of all, they try to act all sneaky and change their ToS (Terms of Service) -
to cut a long story short, they removed a clause from their ToS which allowed users to withdraw the license it had granted to them over user information by deleting information. So under the new, proposed ToS, FBook would still have rights over DELETED INFORMATION for all perpetuity.
Here's a section describing this act of malfeasance in some detail (a thorough summary can be found here - http://www.plagiarismtoday.com/2009/02/17/the-facebook-tos-controversy/)
QUOTE: Facebook, in its TOS, gives itself “irrevocable, perpetual, non-exclusive, transferable, fully paid, worldwide license (with the right to sublicense) to (a) use, copy, publish, stream, store, retain, publicly perform or display, transmit, scan, reformat, modify, edit, frame, translate, excerpt, adapt, create derivative works and distribute” the work. It is a very wide swath of rights that many would be right to worry about giving away perpetually.
Previously, one had been able to “expire” the license by simply removing the content. With the change, that element of the license is gone, making it unclear how one would prevent Facebook from legally using the work of its users in a way that they didn’t intend. UNQUOTE
Anyway, Zuckerberg and co. have, for long, flirted with trouble - remember the allegations which were quietly settled outta court which focussed on the fact that his Harvard classmates gave him an application to develop and he ran away and started his own venture with the said idea....
I also find it really, REALLY annoying when I am invited to join various stupidass activities on Facebook and when I decide to take a look, i.e. dip my feet in the water, the activity application INSISTS on being given access to my PERSONAL information. Like I would agree! Go figure. Silly twits.
Done ranting for today - expending all my phlegmatic emotions in one sustained outburst. Damn Fbook! Damn social networking! The world was a better place without 'em! Down with Fbook! Whatever happened to conventional networking? The kind where REAL MEN sit around a bar, nursing a REAL drink (read, beer) and holding a REAL conversation (read, about women - if you'd narrow it down further, this conversation rarely went beyond tits and ass...okay, legs maybe).
Thats my take on all things which have the tag - 'internet social network' attached to them.
Now I'm off to check out Twitter - on which there will be a subsequent rant of some sort, you can be sure.
oRiOn
Wednesday 25 February 2009
Daily Rant - Fake Eggs
WTF!
What is it about made-in-China goods that just gets under your skin?
They think they can 'manufacture' everything! Now, I reckon that recent efforts at non-proliferation had better take into account efforts made by the Chinese to flood world markets with cheaper (although of dubious quality), fake copies of everything under the sun! Now thats something worthwhile for Obamarama to think about as he chews the fat at the White (no wait, Black) House.
The latest from this stable of counterfeiting genie-asses is the FAKE EGG!
Yep, you read that right, folks - the Chinese have acquired the necessary expertise and technical know-how to manufacture fake chicken eggs.
How low can you get to make a quick buck, huh?
Check out this news article where you'll also gain a deep understanding of the processes involved, should you ever consider joining the ever growing ranks of the fake poultry entrepreneurs:
http://www.weirdasianews.com/2007/05/04/chinas-10-steps-to-make-a-fake-egg/
Even the venerable South China Morning Post picked this up:
Read on:
"Suspected artificial eggs discovered in Macau
Danny Mok and Fox Yi Hu
Feb 20, 2009
www.scmp.com
Suspected fake eggs from Hubei have been found in Macau after reports of their discovery in Fujian this week.
Macau resident Mrs Wong, who ate six suspected manmade eggs that tasted strange to her, said they appeared to be like ordinary ones. The eggs had Hubei province as the source, a batch number and date printed on the shell, Macau TV station Teledifusao De Macau reported.
Mrs Wong, who is eight months pregnant, said she bought the eggs from the Iao Hon Market. “The yolk is different from an ordinary yolk, you can see it’s rubbery [after being cooked]. When you break it open, it’s not powdery [like a normal yolk] … it’s entirely like rubber.”
Mainland reports of fake eggs being discovered in Xiamen, Fujian province, surfaced this week when a local person bought some from a street vendor and found the yolks could bounce after being cooked. An official from Macau’s Civic and Municipal Affairs Bureau said it had received 10 reports of suspected fake eggs since last month.
He said samples had been taken from stores for tests and results would be available in two to three days.
Hong Kong’s Centre for Food Safety said that egg imports from Hubei could be found in the city, and it would examine all imports."
Man, there are times when I'm so glad to be living in India.
Jai Ho!
oRiOn
What is it about made-in-China goods that just gets under your skin?
They think they can 'manufacture' everything! Now, I reckon that recent efforts at non-proliferation had better take into account efforts made by the Chinese to flood world markets with cheaper (although of dubious quality), fake copies of everything under the sun! Now thats something worthwhile for Obamarama to think about as he chews the fat at the White (no wait, Black) House.
The latest from this stable of counterfeiting genie-asses is the FAKE EGG!
Yep, you read that right, folks - the Chinese have acquired the necessary expertise and technical know-how to manufacture fake chicken eggs.
How low can you get to make a quick buck, huh?
Check out this news article where you'll also gain a deep understanding of the processes involved, should you ever consider joining the ever growing ranks of the fake poultry entrepreneurs:
http://www.weirdasianews.com/2007/05/04/chinas-10-steps-to-make-a-fake-egg/
Even the venerable South China Morning Post picked this up:
Read on:
"Suspected artificial eggs discovered in Macau
Danny Mok and Fox Yi Hu
Feb 20, 2009
www.scmp.com
Suspected fake eggs from Hubei have been found in Macau after reports of their discovery in Fujian this week.
Macau resident Mrs Wong, who ate six suspected manmade eggs that tasted strange to her, said they appeared to be like ordinary ones. The eggs had Hubei province as the source, a batch number and date printed on the shell, Macau TV station Teledifusao De Macau reported.
Mrs Wong, who is eight months pregnant, said she bought the eggs from the Iao Hon Market. “The yolk is different from an ordinary yolk, you can see it’s rubbery [after being cooked]. When you break it open, it’s not powdery [like a normal yolk] … it’s entirely like rubber.”
Mainland reports of fake eggs being discovered in Xiamen, Fujian province, surfaced this week when a local person bought some from a street vendor and found the yolks could bounce after being cooked. An official from Macau’s Civic and Municipal Affairs Bureau said it had received 10 reports of suspected fake eggs since last month.
He said samples had been taken from stores for tests and results would be available in two to three days.
Hong Kong’s Centre for Food Safety said that egg imports from Hubei could be found in the city, and it would examine all imports."
Man, there are times when I'm so glad to be living in India.
Jai Ho!
oRiOn
Tuesday 24 February 2009
oRiOn's Rants and Raves
Well, if you're stumped by the title of this post and its implications, look no further than the name of the blog...Gotcha!
As a matter of fact, I thought I'd do the ol' missus a favour, because it appears that she can't be arsed updating her blog (the last post was more than a month ago) - IMHO, a rather irreverant and disrespectful attitude towards your readership, which has lots of attractive options on the menu as far as the blogosphere is concerned.
So, good lil boy scout that I am, I decided to do 'er a favour and thrash out a post, whilst nursing a serious hangover. Ain't I a dah-lin? Perhaps I'll get rewarded later on tonight - we shall see. Or perhaps spanked? Hm, I might enjoy that too :)
Those of you who know me for my mild-mannered submissions or lovey-dovey eulogies / elegies will probably notice the departure from the aforementioned styles, but hey, I've got it in me to be raving / rantic individual (NOT LUNATIC) every once in a while.
Without further ado, I'll move on to the rant of the day.
Spam mail. Now don't get me started on this one, really don't. Because you might regret it. In fact, you WILL regret it. Therefore, in the public interest, I'll graduate to the runner-up rant of the day - gym memberships (and members).
Now, someone (lets call him LOSER) suggested, or perhaps dropped a rather unsubtle hint the other day, that I should consider joining a gym. I'm all for fitness and all that mambo-jambo (in between beers, mind you) but I'll have none of this bull-crap. Who do they think they are, having the gall to suggest politely that I should join the ranks of losers who sweat it out in airconditioned halls, instead of their bedrooms - how about being a jailbird and breaking stones as an alternative method of physical fitness? Would they consider that or give it some kind of exalted status? Harrumph!
Anyway, but I digress.
Gyms are gay. Yep, you heard it from me, folks and you heard it right.
I’m sorry, but gyms are gay. They are. They are full of muscled-up guys getting pointlessly more muscled-up, sneering at flabby gits in loose “gym clothes” trying to look more toned than the sack of wet vegetables they so closely resemble. Either flabby, or bony-arsed with dripping noses and dandruff. Gyms are horrible, horrible places. You could - *ulp* - run into LOSER in the showers, showing off his 6-inch ruler tat to a bunch of admiring biker-types with mutton-chops.
No, no, no.
The only correct and natural habitat for a Real Man (apart from in front of his own television) is in a bar; preferably at the bar (tables are gay). If you want exercise, lift a glass, or take a bracing hike to the toilet and back.
Of course, I speak as one of nature’s blessed men; one for whom a visit to a gym is not only tastelessly vulgar but almost comically unnecessary. I have the wand-like figure of a lad of some eighteen summers, tuned as taut as a violin string, gleaming and downily smooth … ’scuse me … just going for a wank . BRB.
Told ya, gyms are gay.
Nuff said.
oRiOn
As a matter of fact, I thought I'd do the ol' missus a favour, because it appears that she can't be arsed updating her blog (the last post was more than a month ago) - IMHO, a rather irreverant and disrespectful attitude towards your readership, which has lots of attractive options on the menu as far as the blogosphere is concerned.
So, good lil boy scout that I am, I decided to do 'er a favour and thrash out a post, whilst nursing a serious hangover. Ain't I a dah-lin? Perhaps I'll get rewarded later on tonight - we shall see. Or perhaps spanked? Hm, I might enjoy that too :)
Those of you who know me for my mild-mannered submissions or lovey-dovey eulogies / elegies will probably notice the departure from the aforementioned styles, but hey, I've got it in me to be raving / rantic individual (NOT LUNATIC) every once in a while.
Without further ado, I'll move on to the rant of the day.
Spam mail. Now don't get me started on this one, really don't. Because you might regret it. In fact, you WILL regret it. Therefore, in the public interest, I'll graduate to the runner-up rant of the day - gym memberships (and members).
Now, someone (lets call him LOSER) suggested, or perhaps dropped a rather unsubtle hint the other day, that I should consider joining a gym. I'm all for fitness and all that mambo-jambo (in between beers, mind you) but I'll have none of this bull-crap. Who do they think they are, having the gall to suggest politely that I should join the ranks of losers who sweat it out in airconditioned halls, instead of their bedrooms - how about being a jailbird and breaking stones as an alternative method of physical fitness? Would they consider that or give it some kind of exalted status? Harrumph!
Anyway, but I digress.
Gyms are gay. Yep, you heard it from me, folks and you heard it right.
I’m sorry, but gyms are gay. They are. They are full of muscled-up guys getting pointlessly more muscled-up, sneering at flabby gits in loose “gym clothes” trying to look more toned than the sack of wet vegetables they so closely resemble. Either flabby, or bony-arsed with dripping noses and dandruff. Gyms are horrible, horrible places. You could - *ulp* - run into LOSER in the showers, showing off his 6-inch ruler tat to a bunch of admiring biker-types with mutton-chops.
No, no, no.
The only correct and natural habitat for a Real Man (apart from in front of his own television) is in a bar; preferably at the bar (tables are gay). If you want exercise, lift a glass, or take a bracing hike to the toilet and back.
Of course, I speak as one of nature’s blessed men; one for whom a visit to a gym is not only tastelessly vulgar but almost comically unnecessary. I have the wand-like figure of a lad of some eighteen summers, tuned as taut as a violin string, gleaming and downily smooth … ’scuse me … just going for a wank . BRB.
Told ya, gyms are gay.
Nuff said.
oRiOn
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