Game Over.

This blog is shutdown. It has served its purpose of helping me pass time 10 mts a day during my yearly shutdown..
Bye all.

Old chinese saying : It be a next-day delivery in a nanosecond world.
as some heart gladenning Zen-master, quoted.

But herein lies a teensie weensie flaw.:)
Let us analyze.Listen to me very carefully, I will say this only onze.
One Nanosecond = 1/billionth of a second, .ie. 0.000000001 seconds.In the normal world which runs on seconds, and not nanoseconds, it takes 9 months Average Processing Time[APT] for a baby to be manufactured.So delivery in the normal world = 9 months or 24105600 secondsSo it follows logically, that in a world which replaces seconds with nanoseconds, delivery would happen in exactly 0.0241056 seconds. Which is lesser than One Second.
So the question of a next-day delivery does not arise. Delivery will happen in 24105600 nanoseconds or 0.0241056 seconds.
The Chinese were pretty charismatic and quirky with their proverbs, but some way off when it came to accuracy. The Japanese on the other hand are quite sexy with their lithe bodies and that wonderful public custom called hurry-curry or the like.
The next-day in the nanosecond world will be the far future. A hundred years in the nanosecond world totals to a measly 3.16 seconds. The next day, i.e. 24 hours will mean 2734177.25 years.
By then we will be in the Post PolyEthic Age, and table etiquette will be the gravest problem facing mankind.
Now you can kill me:)

Hello all of you. Megalomaniacally, i will fantasise that there are millions of people, with faces awash in the dim light from their PC monitors, hanging on to every word I type. Imagine the trouble they would have hanging on if i only keyed in blanks...But such hanging millions do not exist, so we aren't running the risk of splattering a Benetton-Ad mix of heads and bodies, as they get tired of hanging on. Alas and Alack!
I have nothing more to say right now. Except that I am bored and will now proceed to have an affair with Audrey Hepburn as I watch my nails grow at an unknown speed.

I once knew this girl who made sex an art. The only problem was that she couldn't count to twenty without pulling off her shoes. She had this perfect flawless body with supple and springy skin, and she made me do incredible things in bed. I gave her a book on Kant once but she ate it up and not metaphorically either.

What was eating the dead egyptian wit?
His Sarco-phagus.

And yes, thankyou all.

No start, this.

And hence, (i.e. in keeping with how this blog is titled), i shall just Be for sometime. A post might come up in time to disallow Blogger.com from kicking me out.