Picture a big bald man all of 6′1″ and about 110kgs (a high quote to be on the safe side), hopping around in nothing but his boxers and a large half-eaten plantain banana in one hand. You now begin to understand why i find myself the subject of much hilarity.

I am a clown. I feel like i was born to make people smile. Some do. Some don’t.

Oh well, you can’t win em all.

wait, what was this post about…
Once again, i reveal my distracted side. Both of them.

All new posts get saved as drafts initially. Only when you’re ready and happy with the content+formatting do you have to choose the ‘Publish’ option. Sweet!
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OK. Thats it… I got tired of editing this draft on a T9 keypad. Finishing this post on the regular WYSIWYG editor in WP 2.7.1 .
So much for mob-blogging/moblogging/whatever…

Hope this will give some new online ‘Ego’ to this formerly active twitterer. Blogging probably would make one a better thinker. It forces you to construct careful and sensible arguments and viewpoints, as opposed to the free for all (but mucho fun) chatter-fest that is Twitter.

But then, again… I’ve gone off-topic. AGAIN.

Yes, I knelt on my glasses(with my knee, mind you)
The disorientation is not exactly momentary. I was walking in a blurry daze through NH47 traffic. Hence, It took me twice as long to reach the office. Things haven’t exactly gone from bad to worse, but now I have to use my sizzzling hot laptop on my lap. ouch.
I really should’ve done something about those 70°C-plus CPU temperatures. Talk about getting burned in a warm place.

And so things roll on till it reaches critical trivial mass, where I can just shrug it off as another of my insignificant failures. I certainly dont seem to be learning anything from this particular exercise.

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UPDATE: This post has been lying in my Drafts folder for over 20 days now. I’m kinda fed up with talking about what the next great thing is going to be. I’m already sounding like ole Bill Gates and his inane predictions. Wasn’t he the one who predicted that the future is in web apps? like 2 weeks ago?

*shakes head*

Well, back on topic; I am now gainfully employed by Logicmanse Solutions : a bootstrapped web development and consulting shop HQ’ed in Trivandrum, Kerala. (no, not in the TechnoPark; there’s nothing park-like about THAT place. I ought to call it technoZoo, with all its caged and tame beasts. :p)

As for the job description, I’d say I do just about anything just as long as its not the same thing I did 5 minutes ago. Any side-effects, you ask? A LOT less twittering and social media chatter from this slightly tamer geek.

Until the next time I feel like whining to the world,
Goodbye and happy hacking.
(hey, its my blog. I’ll print goddamned whatever I want.)

Observation 1: On the rare occassions that I go to bed on or before 11pm, like other human sheep-beings, I end up needing close to 9 hours of sleep to be satisfied.


Observation 2: Ditto for the episodes of sleeping between 2am and 4am. 9 hours seems to be my norm.


Obviously I’m not one of those freaks, who need just 5 hours of sleep to get by[no offense to said freaks].

But WAIT… there’s more.
Over the past 5 years, i’ve discovered that, its possible to hack/mod my circadian rhythms by sleeping later and later, and waking up MUCH later. My body seems to ignore ‘normal’ signals like, sunlight in my face and the birds chirping and screeching, that works on regular people. After weeks of this schedule, I was convinced I had a Vampire gene in me somewhere.

Sleeping from 9 to 5 when the world toils away is kinda cool in a creepy kind of way.
It gives the creeps to lots of friends when they realize that the world is asleep for the most part when my mind is most active. In the end, I decided to skip the Vampire meme and stick with ‘Geekus nocturnalis’.

All is well with the circadian world, until exam time approaches. Unfortunately, Kerala University is run by a bunch of boring ‘normal’ sheeple who work 9 to 5. Hence, the big spanner in my sleepworks. How do you write an exam, when your brain is just about ready to shut down, after a long night of uber-unProductive Internet surfing and trolling… It boggles the mind.

I finally had to put my foot down yesterday. Translation:By some miracle, I managed to doze off at 11pm. Then, slept lightly for 3 hours, wake at 2am; Then FORCE myself to dream about ‘brazilian hotties who are great cooks’ , and sleep another 2 hours. (I know, I must be getting old when I have to FORCE myself to do these mundane things) The short story is I’m awake and jumping much before dawn.
Things I’ve done since then: Took an hour-long stroll along the old-fashioned surroundings outside my lodge; walked past the village temple and marvelled at all the regulars who drop-by to make their peace with the maker at sunrise. This boggles the mind. But all in all, it was a pretty novel experience.

I wonder if I can keep this up untll my brain fails-over to my sun-safe defaults at noon. (<- notice the jargon overload; thats the sleep deprivation talking.)
No wonder…. I’m feeling sleepy already.

arghhh. FAIL.

I’m looking at a mountain of text in front of me: Roger Pressman’s “Software Engineering: A practitioner’s approach”. Yes, the seminal work in the field of Software Engineering. or so they say. Now the reason this feels like a mountain of text is because I have an Engineering paper by the same name in less than 14 hours from now. And i’m no practitioner whatchacallit.

I wonder if ‘brain freeze’ happens to everyone or is it just lazy nerds like me. In other circumstances(namely, in the pursuit of trivial knowledge), I would have picked up the book from a store, paid cash, just to check it out. But, when, it becomes part of my academic curriculum, I feel like puking all over it. I really need to see a shrink/therapist about this. Is this some kind of unconscious rebellion against enforced learning… I really love to learn new things; except when someone tells me I HAVE TO. Thats when the whole thing becomes an exercise in trying to read a single paragraph without being distracted.

“Excuses! Excuses!” (as a wise man once told me on IRC)

This is going to be one long night.

Signing off… with some nerdy stats.
hddtemp:49 degrees Centigrade
CPUtemp: 58 degrees Centigrade
uptime: 1:45
MOOD: dazed/distracted

Hardware design by BMW

Originally uploaded by vimalg2

I read that a certain design wing of BMW is responsible for the curvy black
and white design for my Acer Gemstone series laptop.
Ogle away, folks

Macbook’s got nothing on this baby. (yes, its flamebait, I know)

Nokia E51

One magnificently engineered telecommunications device.

A classic Nokia with all the attributes that made ‘Nokia‘ synonymous with ‘cell phone‘, several years ago when I was just a kid.

Great battery life, excellent reception, a tactile keypad that’s a joy to use, and all the rest of the ‘features’ that today’s kids take for granted. This is not the mobile-camera for shutter-bugs or morons who cant tell a phone from a camera or an mp3 player. Its a true blue phone. It doesn’t hurt that it has a lot of Blackberry-esque features from its E-series pedigree. And the integrated Wi-Fi is something that no other vendor offers at this price point or this size. (can Blackberry or SE beat the 12mm thickness?)

The complete specs are available here [GSMarena]

Unfortunately, I’m still saving up for this baby.

That’s just it.

This is the exact same thought process that goes thru my mind, any time I hit compose Post on any blogging/CMS platform. I’m not exactly an established writer or any kind of writer by a long shot. So, I can’t really bitch about having chronic ‘Writer’s Block’.

However, what I seem to be extraordinarily verbose about, is doing this woe-is-me routine upon not being able to do something. UNIX error messages anyone?. i.e No output if everything goes A-Ok.

So with a little creative captioning and a nice dark n moody Wordpress theme, the adventure begins all over again. I have no clue what I’m going to write about in here. I expect i’ll write more of these bitch-about-how-my-life-sucks-but-nah-not-really kind of posts, that anyone but myself will loathe reading a few months from now. C’mon Who doesn’t love a secret(not) diary?

Composing my thoughts and arguments into a structured format is something that I aim to learn from this endeavour. I want to make mistakes and I want the whole world to point them out to me.

Do I sound like a masochist just now? Well, that can’t be helped. I have a wee bit of all the various kinds of neuroses. Pick one. Bring it on…