This is what it has come to. Something as small as a new tooth brush, an OS update, or a burger can make me happy. What caused such simple things to elevate their ability to bring happiness? Answer: Year 2020. 2020 sounds like a cool number right? Nice set of even numbers, neatly packaged. What an actual shit show it really was. 2021? Sounds very sci-fi. Still, same shit show. Now, we are in the middle of the year. In the words of the great Sarah Connor, “The future always so clear to me, had become like a black highway at night. We were in uncharted territory now, making up history as we went along”. The fate of the world is in your hands. So wash it, and wear a damn mask.
Today is officially the second day where I haven’t had to turn on the ceiling fan. The temperature is optimum. My balls are having no trouble making the juice. What an Engineering marvel the ball sack is, with its up and down motion. Anyway, the times are good, but I am depressed. It’s chemicals. I have a new favorite character now. The grandmother in Minari. What a beautiful human being. She had to drink a little pee, and was kind of annoying, but overall, a wonderful embodiment of positivity and good nature.
This is a re-telling of a traumatic experience
If you are faint of heart, please stop here
I don’t want to hurt you
I lost a pizza to ants. She was a medium, topped with corn and chicken. I left her a little too late, out by the gate. By the time I got to her, she was covered in black. The harmless kind of ants, which is ironic because, they never hurt anyone but me. The whole bunch of them gathered around my toasted bread. I even got a discount on her. Wasted coupon, wasted dreams. Into the darkness I threw her, because I knew she was better off left for dead. I’m going to stop referring to the pizza as ‘her’. I think it’s getting weird, and I’m remembering scenes from the American Pie. So I left it there, for the ants and rats to consume to their satisfaction. With a heavy heart, I went back inside, and ate a home-cooked meal. Why? There is no why. There’s only butts. Big, round white butts.
I never expected the vaccination-drive here to be so slow. Let me tell you, I’ve never wanted to get stabbed so badly in my life. I’ve been trying to get a damn slot for vaccination since last week. I’ve managed to book a slot for tomorrow, and not only is the place an hour away, but I also need to pay 750 Rs for the vaccine. Five minutes after I booked it, another center, about 5 minutes away from my house, began accepting registrations. Also, the icing on the cake is that it’s free. On the bright side, I listened to Steely Dan for the first time. Out of all places, I found it from a Suicide Squad trailer. Strange world. Good music.
A digital frontier.
I tried to picture clusters of information as they moved through the computer.
What did they look like? Ships? Motorcycles?
Were the circuits like freeways?
I kept dreaming of a world I thought I’d never see.
And then, one day…
I got in.”
These are the words of Kevin Flynn, a character from the movie, Tron: Legacy. It is also used in the song “The Grid” by Daft Punk.
The movie did not do well, but there’s something magical about these words. Every time I hear it, I get goosebumps. It sounds like the start of something amazing, something out of the ordinary.
Maybe it’s just me, but these words “sound” quite different from their actual meaning.
“Languish” in prison: Doesn’t this word make it sound as if the person is thriving in prison? How’s Mary? Oh! She’s languishing in the pool.
The girl had “eloped” with the man: This straight up sounds like she gave him a blow job.
“altruism”: sounds like either a brain disease or some kind of illegal brewing. What happened to Chuck? Oh, Chuck got caught in that “altruism” scandal.
From time to time, I need movies like these to restore my faith in people. A movie of unconditional love, that made me cry throughout (worth it). The soundtrack felt so familiar, touching on notes that I have once enjoyed before. So I looked it up, and sure enough, it was composed by the same guy who did The Intouchables (Ludovico Einaudi). A wonderful, heartwarming experience.
The Pringles can.
A masterpiece of an invention. A pinnacle of human innovation. Packaging that keeps the contents airtight, free from moisture, nice and cozy. Look into its deep emptiness. Tell me what you see. It’s life, it’s infinity.
And then they make the lid too loose. Uh oh, that defeats it’s purpose. Someone fucked up, but I don’t complain, because the contents are chemical slices that will last a lifetime. Today the sky is cloudy, the crisps are soggy, life is momentarily disgusting.
I am somebody who grew up hating the mainstream. When Game of Thrones first came out, I was in on it. Yes, that’s right, I was one of the mighty losers who watched the pilot episode where some of the lead characters were played by different actors. But then it came to point where I would have to wait a year for the next season to come out, plus it became so mainstream that I actually lost interest in watching it. Fortunately, I ended up finishing it recently, and it was probably the best thing I have ever watched on TV. I also hate the hugely successful series called Friends. It got to the point where, if somebody’s Tinder bio mentioned anything remotely related to Friends, I would blindly reject them. The judgement was pretty irrational. The same happened with podcasts. Everybody wouldn’t shut up abut the Joe Rogan Podcast, and I tired watching an episode, and I ended up hating the guy. I just didn’t like his vibe. Fast forward to today, I tried stepping out of my bubble, and giving it another shot. I watched the one with Neil deGrasse Tyson on Spotify, and I have to say, I still disagree with a lot of things he says, but Mr. Rogan is growing on me. Wait… I think I still hate him, it’s just the guest that I liked. Plus, I never knew Spotify had video, so there’s that.
If you are like me, and use your Facebook account to log in to your Spotify account or any other service for that matter, you might find this post a little interesting. Now, two factor authentication, in case you don’t know, is a safety measure most companies have adopted to give it’s customers an added layer of security. What it does is, it does not allow you to log in to your account merely by using your username and password, but rather it sends you a text on your cellphone to verify if it’s really you who is trying to log in. Pretty neat trick. For some reason, our friends at Spotify don’t care about this, and so they have not implemented this feature. You can see why it is causing me a lot of headache, especially when I get an email one day, saying someone from Nigeria has logged in to my Spotify account. The first thing that came to mind is “what is he going to do? steal my playlist?”, but then I realized I have my credit card information stored on that account. So I email the guys at Spotify, letting them know what happened. The guy writes back saying “everything is okay”. He then follows to bullshit me on how much they care about my security. What’s interesting about all this is that Facebook (the app that I used to log in to Spotify) does have two-factor authentication. Somehow the hackers bypassed Facebook’s security mechanism to get access to my Spotify. So what I’m trying to say is, we’re fucked.