as expected..

they'll party if they win. they'll party if they lost (which they did).

am refering, of course, to the european championship, which, thankfully, is over. Its not that i don't share the sentiment of loss for my host country, but its just that when deprived of sleep, i get kranky. and sick. very sick. and mentally disturbed. shall i go on?

now that the whole thing is behind us, i am waiting for the ruckus to end, and I'm turning in to bed.

finally!

oh hurrah. Germany is in the finals. now can we get back to sleep?

its 0030. on a weekday. and I'm awake.

on the street outside my apartment is a whole convey of young hooligans enthusiatic football idiots fans who are honking their car horns in wild abandon, in celebration of Germany's entry into the finals.

i should have done my rain dance. Why doesn't it rain when you need it?

good. we got in. now can we get to sleep?

Fresh Wide-eyed Gullible

Today's fond memory came from a presentation I made to a group of young engineers.

Fresh from the uni, they still smelled of .. fresh academics - you know - the type who are easily overwhelmed, and are surprised that programs don't work.

After reading one of my slides, this fresh-guru-wannabe came up to me and said "hey! That was cool! I have to look up the syndrome you mentioned!"

what syndrome? Look for yourself..



I would have loved to comment more on it, but Tommy Lee Jones already beat me to it:
"Damn, what a gullible breed."