Forever The Clown

Basically now I am at flowerpowerboi.blogspot.com

Righty ho!

I lost my phone, almost exactly a week ago. I feel sad now.

It was a beautiful phone, as has been pointed out by many happily of my friends, who went "HAHAHAHA. YOU LOST YOUR PHONE. IT WAS SUCH A COOL PHONE"

I agree with them. It was a lovely phone. It gave beautiful music output, had a very nice camera, looked very nice and had many flashing lights.

And today, I might get a new one. It will never be the same as that one. I feel a deep sadness engulf me.

The weird part is that I am actually attached to the phone I lost. I never thought I would be. The phone seems horribly important, now that it is gone. And this importance it has gained scares me. Is it possible that the lack of another gadget will completely destroy me? Interesting thought.

I also checked out this funky cool Brit comedian, her name is Bethany Black. She is really funny. And cool. Even though she is goth. And she says when she was born, she didn't cry. Because she's goth. She was already dead. And when the doctor slapped her, she only sneered. See? Funny! :D

Go Bethany Black! Gain fame, and if I can't watch your show in UK or anywhere else, come to Bombay! :D

Is all for today, I guess.

Also, projects still continue bodily harming me. :(

Free world does not appeal to me any more. Free world is not free any more.Free nothing appeals to me any more. Or to be precise, nothing that is free appeals to me any more. Because something that has been conceptualised under freedom will never understand what it means to not free. The only way you can understand the presence of something is after its absence and vice-versa.

The whole point of there being differences is to make you aware of the similarities. It is very entertaining to think about stuff in this manner. Destruction can only lead to creation and all of that. It actually makes a ton of sense when you think about it.



Harvest festival is here. This post is something that I am writing over the period of quite a few days. It isn't a great harvest fest, this year. We've suffered a drought.


Story:

They flew back. The birds flew back towards a lonely tree that stood in the centre of an island in the middle of the ocean. They sat on the branches and they sang songs. They fought little skirmishes and they spent the night there. In the morning they left. The tree was still lonely.


End of Story.

I have been writing this post for a few days now. I am posting whatever it is.

It is sick and has malaria. It is me.

It should not even be typing right now, but its mother is outside with its pack. It is wanting food but is too lazy to get it. It wants people who will work for it. The IT needs you.

Btw, 'It' was a tv series by, I think, Stephen King and was re-made for Indian audiences in the form of 'Woh' on Zee TV. When you were a kid, 'Woh' was scary.

Also, Malaria is the name of a town from the movie 'Igor'which is brilliant if you like the kind of 'black and white horror stuff' references that it shows. And there is some brilliant voice acting on the behalf of the really funky Eddie Izzard.

If you haven't hazarded Izzard. you haven't lived :-|

I have now started coming up with really bad one liners, not that they were good before, but they are very very bad these days. And I have realized that I have a very flowery manner of interacting with people whom I am not at that particular moment insulting. Basically now, they can insult me back and have a lot of fun, if they see me talking to people who I am not at that particular moment insulting.

That is about it.

Cheerio!

Jethro Tull has a song named 'Pussy Willow'

It is so hilarious.

Google destroys the fun of things like these, I googled pussy willow and it turned out that the term is pretty common and actually refers to some *furry flower*.

The song is also a lot of fun.



John Hughes, is gone. He wrote movies that were possibly some of the best movies I watched as a kid. Home Alone and Weird Science and Dennis The Menace and Planes, Trains and Automobiles. They were good movies, not much evil in them.

There was this feeling. I don't know, that made them so attractive. It is like watching the Lion King, sort of. You know somehow, everything ends up going good by the time the end comes. You know, that Kevin's mom will come back somehow, and the the sticky/wet thieves will not be able to execute their plan. And that Steve Martin will somehow reach home for Thanksgiving even if Del Griffith screws up a little. And that Robin Williams will get married even if he is a little absent-minded, though a genius. And the dalmatians will mostly reach home and Cruella will SUFFER. And there will be a miracle and little Susan won't be sad.

You'd know it is going to end that way, but you'd still be excited and your heart would still race and you'd still think "what next" and laugh when the protagonists laugh and feel happy and when they meet their parents again and scared/full of hatred or whatever when the bad guys are winning. It was ultra-fun watching those movies.

And the characters used to be so well written and nice. I mean Glenn Close was possibly one of the scariest villains I ever saw. And George Mathau was pretty killer as Mr. George Wilson.

Only recently I saw this really awesome movie called 'Ferris Beuller's Day Off' and I loved it. It was possibly one of Matthew Broderick's best acted roles. And I wonder if we will ever have another writer-director like Hughes ever again.

Judd Apatow comes pretty close, but those movies aren't exactly 'family' movies and after Home Alone and Beethoven and a couple of others, I don't think there are any 'family' movies that hold up to the level the Hughes movies did.

So screw you, imdb critics who rate these movies really low, and screw you art-house fans who think they are vapid. For a child who grew up watching these movies, they mean a lot and will always do so.

R.I.P John Hughes.

I live in a cage.

In the beginning, there was only wind and thunder and barren land around me.

I live in a cage.

There is nothing. I don’t know where I stay. I can walk from a point to the other and reach no further. There is nothing around, above or below. It is all empty. I stand at the edge. The landscape is soft. Light surrounds me and all that I can see. There is no darkness.

I see nothing.


I was really bored when I wrote this 'piece'. Horrible projects are destroying my life. :(

After the extremely witty title, we proceed to the argument at hand. Internet is killing knowledge and all of that.

Twitter reduces an issue to 140 words, brevity is brilliant, but a status update cannot explain the magnanimity of situations. My facebook or twitter status can do nothing to feed a million people in Sudan or Ethiopia or India or anywhere.

A blog isn't of much help either.

The internet is a place for fun, learning but not activism. It is a medium. Not a very serious one, I think.

Things gain undue importance over the internet. Trivial things like Paris Hilton exist because of the internet.

The world can be helped by making people aware. But considerations need to be taken.

The background of an issue cannot be highlighted. Sides are still taken. And in the end only the majority is right. It is not a just system. The 'opinion-takers', the ones who post earliest, become the right minds or whatever.

It doesn't make sense.

The first ones by this guy on youtube who calls himself 'chalkdrinker'.

He's done two videos of Linus from the comic strip 'Peanuts' singing songs by The Police. They are awesome!




I suggest you watch the first one in high quality mode if you can, because the video quality is a bit hazy. But the video in itself is amazing.




This is the second video and it is pretty awesome too.




The above video is a Michael Jackson cover done by this troupe called The Market Street Stage Kids before performing their play called "Alice and the (Poly Cotton White Blend Velour) Rabbit in Wonderland".



This one is pretty okay. Not amazing, a literal video of Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal.



Funny funny funny and literal too.



My favourite!



This last one is evil and bad and yet hilariously funny. For reference, watch the "How Can She Slap" clip on youtube. Note, though, use of dirty language.

Okay, bye bye!

It is not often that something of enormous magnitude that is actually quite minuscule on the scale of events makes such a difference to us.

Goodbye Sir Jacko.




Also, here is something to cheer the souls of people.

So I said I will do an entry on rain songs, which are basically songs that seemed awesome to me during the rains. Although since I love all my music, it would be all my music, but these seem extra-special awesome.

They are posted in no specific order. Just however I remember them.

1. Sunday Morning - The Velvet Underground

2. Vega-Tables - The Beach Boys

3. Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys

4. I Feel Fine - The Beatles

5. Just walkin' in the Rain - Johnny Bragg & The Prisonaires

6. Hey You - Pink Floyd

7. Loveless Love - Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong

8. Born to Be Wild - Steppenwolf (:P)

9. The Same Deep Water As You - The Cure

10. Shelter from the Storm - Bob Dylan

11. When the music's over - The Doors

12. Horse Latitudes - The Doors

13. Slim Slow Rider - Van Morrison

14. Candy Says - The Velvet Underground

15. Grass - XTC

16. Lagoon - Devendra Banhart

17. Rain - The Beatles, also the Grateful Dead cover

18. Blackbird - The Beatles

19. Girl - The Beatles

20. Nowhere Man - Low

21. The Abandoned Hospital Ship - The Flaming Lips

22. This Here Giraffe - The Flaming Lips

23. Sookie in The Graveyard - Belle and Sebastian

24. Feeling Yourself Disintegrate - The Flaming Lips

25. Terrapin - Syd Barrett

26. Milky Way - Syd Barrett

27. Wot's uhh... the deal - Pink Floyd

Umm, these are like specific songs. Anything by Nick Drake and Leonard Cohen adds a special dimension to the rains. Their music is amazingly beautiful.

I wish I'd stop doing boring posts like these, but I want to tell everyone the stuff I like, even if everyone isn't a lot of people. :P