Philosophy is often stated as the solution to the question of “what is the meaning of life?”. Of course, different schools of thought have different answers to the same, but I have often wondered about a bigger, and possibly a more important question – “why are lolcats not funny or cute to some?”

For people oblivious to the genius that are the lolcats, you know not what you have missed in life! To appreciate and enjoy lolcats is an art every human being must culivate, and the ones who do are often found to be the most content people in the world … that said … let me continue …

The problem obviously is my completely inability to fathom the perfectly fine fact that lolcats are just not funny (or cute) to some people! I mean, these cats are so freaking funny and so insanely and obnoxiously cute: the way they look, their actions, their immensely intelligent (not to mention sarcastic) outlook of the world … there have been times when I wish I could own a cat just by looking at a lolcat picture. But of course, I cannot go through the devastating trauma of my cat not being at par with the (celebrity) lolcats. So I refrain from the indulgence …

I think studying lolcats can easily be considered a profession of it’s own, there are websites dedicated to deciphering the complexity involved in each picture, dictionaries for the purpose of understanding the language, and what not. In fact, lolcats appear on the voip phones in my team … thanks to an ingenius programming hack by an awesome programmer in my group … so everytime a new lolcat picture appears at icanhascheezburger, my phone displays that picture. I almost cried the first time I saw this, almost …

Some examples:

Anyways, these are the absolutely essential websites you must visit, unless your voip (or cell phone) provides you with constant updates. I feel nothing but sorrow if you don’t feel the same about them as I do … :(

pictures and more: http://icanhascheezburger.com/
dictionary (for the noobs): http://speaklolspeak.com/

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With the hope of writing something intelligent, I begin my writing … I promise myself that I won’t change this first paragraph, no matter what matter this exercise results in … :|

My skills with the guitar are quite abysmal, especially for the ones who’ve heard me play. Coming to think of it, not many apart from me … which could mean people would assume I don’t play that bad. Hmm … maybe I should keep mum and let the assumption be. Well … am I thinking aloud?

I love writing blogs at work, it gives me nefarious pleasure. Well, not a big deal some might say. However, in my case, there are no cubes, no walls to be precise. Almost like good ol’ government offices back home, a little glorified of course … the existence of which is reasoned using slick terms like team-building, yada yada. I have always thought my multi-tasking abilities are horrible, race conditions galore, today however, I’m in an extremely random mood of euphoria. Euphoria, either from enough coffee to make an elephant feel like a bird (no allusions to my size people), or from the sensuous tease of the upcoming weekend.

Anyone knowing the bunch of bums we guys here in Austin are, would not be given enough credit to imagine the myriad of insane activity we would indulge in during weekends. Divulging the details of these would be an exercise in vanity, and I shall refrain from the same.

At this point, I’m beginning to wonder why am I even writing this blog? The brick wall, also known by sophisticated writers as the writer’s block, is so big, that no amount of banging my head onto it is making any difference to its state. And every time I sit down to write, I’m reminded of the lurking evil. Of course, not that I have anything intelligent to write about, probably why I’ve given sufficient disclaimers about the randomness and redundancy of this entry.

Maybe I’m better of posting interesting articles, or RSS feeds, or pictures from the internet. That helps showing off my all-pervasive knowledge about “most” things in this world, the radiance of which is bright enough to completely eclipse the infinite amount of time I might have wasted browsing through the insanely frivolous time sink known as the internet! … :(

My best friends here in Austin say I have mellowed down. However, when I think back to the modest living I have pursued over the last 3 years, I am only reminded of the kind soul I was. So, I don’t understand what they mean! I remember the time when I came to the US, so gullible about everything in the world. My friends here transformed me into this evil creature, however, the medidative zen in my soul rescued me immediately … thank me for that !

Maybe they mean ‘mellowed’ in the ironical sense of the word … hmm …

For those thinking otherwise, I’m not drunk … maybe just stoopid …
Hic’

An interesting lewd joke:
Stewie, green with envy over a brown kid’s swimming abilities remarks: “you know, what you swimming in the water looks like?? … one of my stools !”

However gross that might sound (not to mention, utterly racial) … I just can’t wipe that smirk off my face … :P

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Aaa … what a fucke* up entry

courtesy, xkcd ! :D