Tag

They tagged me. I don't know why. I didn't even know what tagging is. I thought I would be weighed or measured and then something would be stucked on me, but it didn't happen. I was disappointed. I made a really bad pun reference-y (supposed) joke thing about it as well.

These are the rules:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

I was tagged by Isha. I don't know how to link. I'm pathetic at online stuff, most of the time.

6 Unspectacular Quirks:

1. I dislike if one can call it that, uneven stuff. When I see a wall which has some sort of ungainly protrusion, or something, I want to smoothen it out and make everything even. Seamless. So at times, I break stuff because it seems uneven. At times, I just keep running my fingers over the uneven surface thinking that it will turn even, somehow. Maybe I'm some sort of weird Communist by nature. Maybe.

2. I like pushing buttons. I like chewing buttons. I like buttons. I used to listen to a Pussycat Dolls song which went by the name of "Buttons" because it had the word buttons in it. I like buttons. Buttons buttons buttons.

3. I like the Chinese. I like talking about the Chinese. I like saying Chinese for no reason at all. I often do so in the middle of conversations.

4. I hate normal conversations. I like to say stuff like "chinese" in the middle of them. I hate people who talk and talk and talk unless the people are me. I am also a hypocrite, but I know all about that already.

5. I hate talking about me. Its irritating.

6. I hate compliments with regard to myself. I hate them. I also am very suspicious of compliments.



So there. That was a tag. You're entertained, aren't you? Good. You should be.
I have to tag people. But I won't. I hate people. Unless they are people I like. So there.

Karan likes Lamb of God. I am scandalized.

Chinese.

Of Clowns and Jokers Other stuff which I'll think of by the time this is complete...

People joke about everything... And at times, it makes sense to do so. After all, when one lives in a world where you are supposed to be free, and still you can't do all that you want to, you make jokes. The thing is, I've never seen people make too many jokes about jokers. Maybe its because the jokers make jokes on themselves, on others and make the people forget. Or maybe its because most jokers are wise and keep silent except when they joke. And jokes aren't meant to be taken seriously... Anyhow, I read this joke about a joker...

I stole it from this comic book called The Watchmen...

Read the comic book if you are one for comic books...

This is how the joke went :

Man goes to the doctor. Says he's depressed, life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world, where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "The treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him, that should pick you up." The man bursts into tears and says, "Doctor, I am Pagliacci..."

Funny, eh?


Now, moving on to other things...

Bob Dylan is The Man...

Yes he is...

And thats all folks!