Mine Darke and Twisted Life

The Eternal Sunshine of my Spotless mind.

Ola! All my avid readers, rejoice; for I am back with an eclectic mix of links and other garbage interspersed by my usual ramblings. It’s been three and a half months and 18 posts since I started blogging, and Mine Darke and Twisted Life is less than a hundred hits away from its half thousand. Now, I KNOW that the source of most of these hits must be me while I work on this page, but there are some people out there who are reading my blog, and I don’t have a clue as to who they are. So do post your comments, either on the blog itself, or at least in the Comment Box on the right. Pretty please with sugar and cream?

Well, I’ve redirected one of my old URLs to point to this blog. Try typing in http://www.enirvana.da.ru/ to get here next time. And now that you guys know this page is worth visiting again and again Click here to add the homepage to your favorites!

Lately life has become ‘Curiouser and Curiouser’ as Alice would have put it. It so happens that I’ve been spending a lot of time with members of the opposite sex, with hardly any male company at all (no, Lokesh, you don’t count). I have therefore been immersed in a world of shoes, purses, jewellery in a bewildering array of shapes and sizes, and of course clothes, all tinted in vibrant hues of pink. Hmm, that last sentence may earn me a slow and torturous death at the hand of militant feminists, but then, diplomacy has never been my forte. My exaggerative, or ‘alternate truth’ telling skills are par excellence, but diplomacy.. never.

So, as I learnt the difference between danglers, hoops and studs, smelled all the different fragrances in a rainbow and comprehended that, no; a purse is not just something to carry things in, I felt my masculinity (as much as I have anyway) slowly being eroded, much like a chocolate excess on the jagged teeth of femininity. Well, I know what I got to do now.. swagger in a bar with my mates, adjust my crotch, and drink the night away while telling obscene jokes and belching out Cotton Eye Joe. Hmm, but before I do that, I just saw these darling pink sequined jeans which look just my size. I’ll be right back....

Psyche, I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid. Seriously, I hardly ever saw the colour pink, and absolutely no sequins. I just tend to get carried away trying to imitate Erma Bombeck. And since my macho-ness levels have always been quite in the negative (except for a slight affinity towards power tools; insert simian grunt here aka Tim-the-Toolman Taylor), I quite enjoyed myself drinking strawberry daquiris rather than whiskey on the rocks.

I have also met a real live person who actually posts on deviantART. Now, as per my profile, I’ve been a Deviant since Mar 13, 2001, 9:58 AM, and have posted absolutely.. zip, zilch, nada. Err.. when I say ‘deviant’ I mean a member of deviantART, thought my (airquotes) friends will say I’ve been a deviant for much much longer. Anyways, check out her art at http://shazzer06.deviantart.com/ ; its really good.

Now for a few informative and educational links. For all you people who always wanted to know more about the fine art of nosepicking but were afraid to ask; enjoy - http://jubal.westnet.com/hyperdiscordia/nosepicking.html . I just adore that last paragraph. Have you ever wanted see your worst enemy cry on the floor like a baby ? Torment him with this exquisite selection of pranks.

Allrighty then folks, this is me signing off. It’s been real… er no, its been surreal.