Saturday, April 28, 2007
"" @ 1:46:00 pm writes:
Here I come again! Whew, the trip to Kerala is more tiring than I thought it would be. For one, my limbs ache liek crazy from swinging too much! And topping that, we're supposed to go to half a dozen temples (no, I'm not complaining about that. Only that the queues there are dreadfully long). Being my parents' anniversary has come as a plus point, as we get to have dinner in somewhere fancy tonight. Some hope. I hardly earned a wink of sleep today as today morning (2am) was the world- famous Trichur fireworks (or so), blasting its way brilliantly into my ears and eyes. The dazzling spectacle was a rather late- night, or early- morning treat for me. It was fun; we camped under the stars in the open sky on the terrace(actually, we didn't. There were no stars then). I was, as usual, chatting away softly with my grandmother and her sister- in- law when we heard a deafening bang and a flash of strong light(scientifically speaking, the flash of light came first), and all of a sudden, tehre was a hush over all of us as we scrambled to the railings and craned our necks to get a glimpse of the 'famous fireworks of Trichur'. What followed was a series of ear- splitting bangs, bright flashes of light (I had to squeeze my eyes shut under the glare) and the stench of the fireworks' smoke. Pollution, seriously. Yet it was delightful. Well, do you really care? I think not. Ah well, I guess that's my destiny(speaking of which, my dad consulted an astrologer who said I had a knack for writing when he hadn't even met me in the first place!!! Freaky!). Finally, let me force my fingers off the keyboard. Au revoir!
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Friday, April 27, 2007
"Potter Puppet Pals - Mysterious Ticking Noise" @ 9:15:00 am writes:
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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
"Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Domestic Trailer" @ 1:41:00 pm writes:
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"" @ 1:17:00 pm writes:
I recently submitted an article about the overwhelming popularity of Harry Potter to my school magazine (for the thousandth time, I'm the editor!), and I decided to post it on my blog. So...here goes! The Return of Pottermania
By Pallavi M
My dear blissfully ignorant Muggles, this article is meant exclusively for you. Come July and you will find an uncontrollably outbreak of severe bouts of Potterfever spreading like wildfire around our very own Chettinad Vidyashram. Before you mock these unfortunate- or should I say fortunate? - patients of this chronic illness with looks of contempt and disdain, take some time off to spare this phenomenon a thought.
‘Pottermania’ or ‘Potterfever’, as it is called (a name for which I am to be credited with!), has grasped at least a fair few million fanatic readers around the globe (I proudly claim to be one of them). Oh Muggles, do you really think that around ten million people have their notions wrong about this seemingly ‘puerile and time- wasting’ series, and that the minority who detest Potter stand alone justified? I think contradictory.
Your average, unemployed British lady from Chepstow (who goes by the name of Joanne) suddenly struck gold with a single book topping the bestseller list. Luck, you may thoughtlessly remark. I think not. Just like the golden eras of the royalty, Hollywood, Bollywood, or even Poirot, we are facing another epoch in literary works- that of the Potter era. Never again will a time come where scores and scores of people sacrifice their sleep to stay wide awake all night outside bookstores just to get their trembling hands onto the latest copy of Harry Potter. Never will we sweat it out in our sleep, trying to work out what and where the next Horcrux is, nor will we pour tears of grief and wrath at the death of our favourite characters. The future generations will be alien to pre- release jitters or countdowns, or even the good old speculations and bets. They will know the Harry Potter series as a whole elephantous plot, a completed one with all questions answered. No mystery or suspense there. They could never fell the extreme thrill shooting down their spines when question after burning question is answered in the final installment of the series.
They are indeed unlucky. We should be immensely thankful that we are existing in electrifying times, where a single children’s series blasted its way into history textbooks as an astoundingly brilliant piece of literary artifact.
July 21st will sadly mark the end of the age of the Potters and Riddles, though not completely (there still are the movies to look forward to!). What to you think will happen to us hard- core fans (besides, of course, shedding an ocean of tears)? Nothing much. We will continue to breathe on in steady admiration of J.K. Rowling (for the beginners- she’s the author of it all!!), carrying forth our inspirations and opinions (and not to mention our fantastic sleuthing abilities) to our descendants, to create an enchanting lifetime of Potterfever for all to cherish and treasure throughout!
Now, I do hope this has lowered those raised eyebrows and knocked in some sense into the Anti- Potter League. If not, pick up the book, and get reading (nothing else can save you from our ‘deathly’ hands now)!
May the Potters (and Weasleys and Grangers) reign forever!
Well! So how do you like it?????
Till I work on my next piece of objet d'art, keep visiting! And toodles!!!
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Friday, April 20, 2007
"" @ 8:08:00 pm writes:
Come Wednesday, and I will be found drowning myself in the sheer tranquility and greenery in my house in Kerala. It's true, I'm going to Kerala for a whole month, and I can't be nearer to Elysian bliss. It truly calms my mind when I just sit on my beloved swing (after a tug- of- war with my bro for it, of course) in the hush of it all, and rock myself gently. This is when the word 'trance' gains full meaning to me. All those who have never been to Kerala, seriously, what are you doing wasting your life in the sheer monotony of cities? Get packing!! Here are a few snaps of Kerala to inspire you :
But this does not mark a hiatus in your favourite blog's(again, sniff!!!) updates. I have dial- up in my house there, and my laptop's coming along too! So...be prepared to get a full account of my trip there. I always look forward to spending the so- hot- Chennai(varies every year) summers with my grandparents.Oh well. Allow me to part, to bask in the arms of Nature, while you're busy glued to the idiot box and the busy working lives. Allow me to see the green of envy in your eyes as I smile to a tree, a
bush, a plant, a lake. Allow me to part. Alvida!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
"" @ 3:46:00 pm writes:
Cry not, my dear faithful readers (AGAIN, that's not much!), I am well and truly alive and kicking! That is, in case you were shedding a swimming pool over my absense, which, sorrowfully, no one ever bothers to do. Sigh! Oh well, here we go again on a wild rollercoaster ride by the eccentric, crazy Pallavi, I guess! Sigh again!!!!! What do I have on my platter today? Well, how about an extremely yawn- provoking dose of Eklavya?! Yeah, the movie definitely gave me a leisurely nap! The dialogues were practically whispered. I got the chills watching it. Not that it was a scary movie, or anything. The lame storyline and dialogues gave me the chills.Well.Who cares?As long as it's in English, I'll keep posting nonsense on this barely- read blog. Oh well. Ciao.(I know, I'm not exactly cheerful today.)
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Saturday, April 14, 2007
"" @ 2:55:00 pm writes:
Homework upon homework piles up in front of me, restricting my once- lavish use of computer, and confining my every move within the four walls of my prison cum bedroom cum study. Well, not exactly. I did go out for luch with my family today(the food in the restaurant was beautiful enough only to gaze at, not to eat), and went out to the bookshop searching for my textbooks (which still is out of stock!) and went to Tic Tac to rent a few movie DVDs, including The Sixth Sense. The Sixth Sense was a terrifyingly poignant and excruciatingly touching potrayal of a helpless and frightened child who sees dead people, enacted magnificently be Haley Joel Osment, brother of Emily Osment, who happens to be Lilly Truscott in Hannah Montana. Both siblings have been nominated for Oscars, so that speaks for itself of their acting abilities. I also borrowed 'Holes' by Disney, which was a rather freaky, outlandish movie and I switched off the TV after ten minutes into the story. The third one was Carz (yes, you can guess, my bro kicked up an elephantous tantrum for it....maybe not a huge one, but he did plead for it.), which was a damn cute movie. Nope, I did not take any Hindi movies this time, as I have already watched almost all the good Hindi movies in the library (and this movie library is GIANT), I am waiting for Honeymoon Travels Ptd Ltd, Salaam-E-Ishq and Just Married to come out in VCDs or DVDs. I had always wanted to watch Omkara, but since my mom also shows interest in watching it and she was busy the whole week, I decided to borrow it the next time.
The wealth of movies I have watched (no blowing my own trumpet, dears, it's a plain fact!) quite contradicts the first sentence of this post, doesn't it? Well, yes it does, but sadly, I can hardly catch up with new movies now since I am in a so- called 'major junction' of my life, and am supposed to burn the midnight oil, cramming my head with facts and figures. Please, when pigs fly.
Well, not exactly when pigs fly, because you know, organisms are evolving, and who knows, a new interbred species may combine a bird and a pig, hence producing an offspring which is a winged pig(No, I haven't gone awry!!). So this also means that it is actually earthly possible that I do stay up all night to study. My study fervour reaches its heights usually around 5.30 to 8 pm or so, but nowadays, I have the 'mood' to study practically every minute. Even as I painfully type this out (okay, I rather enjoy typing this, and my typing speed is rather rapid), my mind floats to the various components of a chemical reaction, or worse, trignometry (not that it's bad or anything, it's just, I've been doing too much of trignometry lately, I'm having dreams about it!), or even better, English and writing(which I'm officially in love with!!).....
What's my point, you may ask. As dim as you may be, I sit here patiently, quite willing to explain this at any length. The point is- actually, there is no point! I'm just typing out this sill post just because I felt like it, and no earthly body has any right to question and tamper with my feelings, whims and fancies. So, dwell on this not for long, it may muddle up your already tangled brain! Till then....Cheerio!!!
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Friday, April 13, 2007
"" @ 2:38:00 pm writes:
Oh yes, I'm back in full gusto and action! Oh god, I probably would have died from laughing! I recently have this frenzy for looking up really hilarious forward mails on the net, and I found lots! Here are a few rib- tickling pictures on the wonders of maths which I got as a forward-
Hope you maths geeks out there had a blast with this. I did, even though I ain't no Einstein. Well...gotta go, surfers! Tide's up!
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Monday, April 09, 2007
"" @ 2:31:00 pm writes:
My old post sure was overflowing with grumbles! Well, to make up for it, I am assuring you of a slightly brighter and more cheerful post today.
I'm thinking of changing my tblogskin, but I am seriously spoiled for choices. Today a most annoying, yet flattering thing happened. All those of you who don't know, I happen to be the editor of our school magazine, 'Vision'. Today I had to submit a well- written editorial for the front page. So naturally, I extracted two whole hours from my 'peaceful' Sunday evening to put my whole heart and most sincere effort in coming up with a ground- breaking piece of literary artifact, only to be accused by my Head Editor cum teacher of taking help from my parents!!! I felt utterly devastated and my heart shattered into millions of segments, and I fell to the floor, crying and shrieking in wrath........
Okay, maybe that didn't happen. I told her, I sweared it was my own. She did not believe me, not a bit! She was like, 'I know you are very sincere, but I just can't imagine a mere child writing like this!' I took that as a compliment. Only, she didn't, and she was utterly convinced my mother had written it for me. For god's sake, my mother barely had time to read my editorial because of my brother's exams, so how on earth could she have written for me??? Then the Ma'am suggested my father helped me. Please, my father's way too busy with his meetings and stuff!! Alright, he did read my editorial, but he never helped me, or made any changes; he merely commented on it! And then she asked me if I had siblings. I said I had a brother. She actually then asked me if my brother had helped me with it!!! Suppressing a laugh, I expalined to her that he's a full seven years younger than me. Plus, he doesn't even know his spellings!! I guess she finally got convinced and apologized, I softened, smiled and agreed to do another write- up for Wednesday, about the Quiz Club. Well, you don;t really care, do you??
Wow, wasn't that mighty merry? I guess not.....coming up is another post of another looong list, I guess.....I know what you're thinking- 'Oh no, not again!!' Kindly shut up and read on, if not, get out! Till then, toodles!!
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Sunday, April 08, 2007
"" @ 2:46:00 pm writes:
Well, well, well! I am officially promoted to 10C! 10th sounds heavywith all the board exams and stuff, you may think. Rest assured, it is actually WAY better than last year! The teachers are all sweet (as sweet as a teacher can get, if you know what I mean!) and more friendly...my favourites till now happen to be the English, Geography and Economics teachers. They have an amazing ability to captivate us, no matter how boring and dry(like economics), or tough to grip(geography; not that I don't understand, I feel there is absolutely no need to learn this stuff!) their subjects are(not counting English, I simply adore the subject!!!).
Oh yes, contradicting my previous paragraph, and there is always the hinderance when our parents are like, 'Girl, you're in 10th! Get studying!!', constantly reminding us how unfair the school system is. For the education ministry to trample on young delicate minds like mine with a humoungus syllabus thrust mercilesslyupon us is pure heartlessness!! I mean, think psycology, people(or rather, educators)!!! The boards can traumatize several teenage minds when I think their brains could be put to much better use, like in imagining up all possibile ways to completely annoy the head out of their siblings, or to fantasize what on earth is supposed to happen in Harry Potter 7!!! Come on, government, wake up and get real!!!! I seriously think we young teenagers should campaign firmly against exams.
'Course, I have an advantage over my other classmates as this is not my first public exam, no one in my class has had to go through the utter cruelty of PSLE. I seem to be getting twice as much as marks as I used to get in Singapore, by working only half as much. True, I have indeed become unmovable from the TV. People have to actually drag me away from it. And not to mention my darling computer! I am now officially a lazybone, with everybody constantly reminding me of it, saying things like, 'If you work twice as hard as you did in Singapore, you would get four times the marks you are getting now!' Wow, maths is tough! I mean- take it practically. How can you get four times as much marks if you've got about ninety now?? Honestly, I'm sort of content with my present status as a ninety- something girl, but no, I'm supposed to get 360 marks. For heaven's sake!!!
Snoozing is good for health. Why can't teachers and parents understand this simple fact??? I, for one, am totally game for this activity. I'm not talking about a good night's sleep or whatever, but about a teeny- weeny(that means a couple of hours) nap at noon, or perhaps even a few winks at class. I sometimes get alarmed when, in class, I happen to be listening about the properties of light when my eyes just inexplicably droop! Fear grasps me with all its strength, and I end up wasting the whole period struggling to keep myself awake, all the while, wistfully thinking of my beautiful bedspread at home....
Oh well. After writing a whole truckful of complaints, let me tell you a bright and a positive thing- I gotta go study and practise sums in Trignometry. Now, doesn't that sound like a fascinating way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon! My!So....Cheerio!!
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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
"" @ 3:23:00 pm writes:
Now, if you truly didn't get annoyed with the previous list, here is yet another exhausting one- and this is solely for those HP fans out there!! Soo....HP haters- back off!!!
WAYS TO ANNOY VOLDEMORT (Courtsey of Mugglenet)
Ask him why he 'doesn't have such a cool scar?'
Smile during Death Eater meetings and say you taught him everything he knows.
Chew bubblegum all the time. Should he address you, your only response will be a series of huge bubbles in quick succession, the last of which will burst everywhere and make a mess.
Ask him when was the last time he took a bath.
Pat him on the head and give him flowers when his plans are foiled yet again.
If you ever need to say 'Like taking candy from a baby', be sure to add 'Of course, SOME of us might find that harder than others.' Stare pointedly at him.
Play 'knock-&-run' at his bedchamber door late at night.
Call him 'The-Man-Who-Let-the-Boy-Live.'
Ask why the Dark Mark couldn't look like something 'more socially acceptable?'
Insist that you have met chunks of cheese with more cunning plans than his.
Pinch him. Make sure he squeals.
Be cheerful.
When he tries to impress you with his powers, say 'Awwwww, lookit. Voldie's got a twiggle!'
Try to teach him to play a mouth organ.
Roll your eyes during plotting sessions and say things under your breath like 'You're the boss, boss' or 'It's your funeral.'
Greet him in the mornings with a sarcastic 'My sir, you look particularly menacing today.'
Taunt him about his middle name. 'Marvolo? What's that - a washing detergent?'
Keep a 'good-behaviour chart'. Award points and give out gold stars.
Magic-marker Potter-style glasses on him while he sleeps.
Apparate into and out of his room rapidly. Do this non-stop for an hour. *poof* there *poof* gone *poof* there...
Play cards with him. Tell him he has no poker-face and how does he expect to rule supreme without one?
Get a pair of finger puppets closely resembling himself and Harry Potter. Re-enact all of Harry's victories over him in a spectacularly childish way. Be sure to give them both squeaky voices.
Anytime he enters any room, insist on entering first and announcing him grandly.
In these announcements, fake a trumpet noise and give him an equally fake drumroll.
Exclaim sarcastically 'You're breakin' my little heart here, O Dark One' whenever he starts to talk of what caused him to become who he is.
Encourage him to 'think happy thoughts!'
Ask him to give you written summaries of his sinister plots for revenge and war. Correct his spelling.
Mock his choice of Quirrell as a 'host.'
Tell you think a yoga class could 'cure him of his wicked ways.'
If he's having evil-plotter's-block in one of his scheming sessions, 'Wingardium Leviosa' a light bulb to float above his head. Turn it on. Look offended when he gets angry and say you thought you were helping!Tell him constantly to stop repressing his anger.Buy him a stress ball.Hint that he is only a character in a book and will never triumph.Call him Tommy-boy.If you're feeling gutsy, call him Voldie-poo.Whack him in the arm and say 'mosquito' - every few minutes.Say he 'looked better under the turban.'
Eat his pet snake. Offer him some.
Endeavour to teach him to steeple his fingers, lean back and say 'Eeeexcellent'.
Start drawing outlandish parallels between his life story and 'Star Wars'. Talk at great length.
Be generally in awe of him and never look away.
'Imperio' his Death Eaters into a rousing chorus of 'All Things Bright And Beautiful.'
Shower him with confetti and rice, anytime you think he needs to make a 'grand entry.'
Paint all the Death Eater masks with bright colours and glitter.
Throw him a 'Carebears'-themed birthday party.
Tell him what Snape's really up to.
Politely exclaim now and again that you don't know how he can be so afraid of dear old Dumbles.
Should you ever be eating with him - drum tunes with your cutlery, play with your food and blow bubbles in your chocolate milk.
Ask him to dance a polka with you.
Work cutesy phrases like 'pushing-up-daisies' and 'smooth-as-a-baby's-bottom' into conversation as much as possible.
Ask him if he's sure 'the whole evil-maniac-out-for-power-and-revenge thing isn't getting a bit old?'
Get him to play 'Twister' with you.
Tell him you know this great therapist in London....
Throw Tupperware parties. Insist he sit through them.
Tell him you've met plently of people more evil than he.
Hide his teddy bear. That ALWAYS makes him cry.
Get him a plant. Act mortally offended when he doesn't water it and it dies.
Steal, snap and bury his wand.
Tell him Lucius did it.
Give Rita Skeeter full knowledge of his whereabouts and contact details.
Remind him that he isn't even really alive.
Write him a theme song. Start singing it whenever he is about to do or say something particularly clever and nasty.
Offer to sacrifice Draco Malfoy 'to the cause.'
Insist on reading him bedtime stories. Include 'The Ugly Duckling.'
Make vague allusions to Harry Potter being his son.
When he's done something particularly nasty - cross your arms, waggle a finger and say 'Now now, do you really think Salazar would have approved of that?'
Ask him how he can possibly wish to harm a single hair on the head of 'that sweet, innocent, cute little boy.'
Tell him Wormtail has a crush on him.
Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophecy."
Leave disgusting and rotting dead things near him. Insist that it is 'Aromatherapy.'
Begin any question you ask him with 'Riddle me this!' Emphasis on Riddle.
Do not EVER act in the slightest way intimidated by him. Treat him as you would an eccentric aquaintance.
Cuddle him at random moments.
Sign him up for Little-League.
Ask him why he's afraid of a frail old man with a beard the size of a beehive and can't fight babies.
Throw biscuits at him. Constantly.
Tell him you think evil master plans of world domination are 'kind of girlie.'
Quote Argus Filch. Insist HE will one day rule the wizarding world.
Wonder aloud whether the name Voldemort commands as much respect as, say, Potter or Dumbledore.
Mimic everything he says in a sing-song voice.
Mimic everything he does with exaggerated limb-movements.
Insist he help you with the newspaper crossword every morning.
Follow a few paces behind him, spraying everything he touches with a can of disinfectant.
Tell people he's 'really just a big softie.'
Psychoanalyze him. Conclude that he is 'mildy depressed' and 'a bit of a control-freak.'
Mock his baldness.
Smile and say loudly 'Who loves you, Volders?' at inopportune moments. (Ie: another of his attempted 'evil moments')
Get him drunk.
Let him catch you trying on Death Eater robes.
As he's plotting dark deeds, pretend to cough and mutter things like 'Not gonna work, or 'stupid.'
Call him 'Champ' or 'Tiger.' Refer to yourself as 'Coach.'
Three words: Potter Puppet Pals.
Ask him where he gets his garlic-scented soap.
Ask him to dye Easter eggs with you.
..at Christmas.
Make him dance in the rain with you.
Insist that this is to cleanse his soul.
"Accidentally" schedule him a him a haircut.
..even though he's bald.
When he gives you an order, stare at him blankly and drool.
Kill Harry.
On the next Valentine's Day, decorate his lair.
..make sure the decorations are pink and frilly.
Paint his fingernails hot pink while he's sleeping, then place a permanent sticking charm on them so he can't remove the color.
Whenever you look at him cover your eyes with your hands and scream "IT BURNS!!!"
Bake him scar shaped cookies, but insist it wasn't purposeful.
Trade his black robes in for pink pajamas.
Insist that it's opposite day and paint a lightning bolt on his forehead.
And lastly-
Be Harry Potter. Be alive.
Well! Congratualtions once again if you enjoyed the list, I simply adored it! For those who couldn;t bare to read it, well, too bad, you missed out on a lot of howlers there. So long, my dears!
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
"" @ 2:16:00 pm writes:
My surfing on the net has become aimless now- so aimless, I decided to Google 'I am bored!!!' and got a link to a page called www.bored.com. From there, I got links to many of the most amazing pages on the net!! Check this : www.mysticalball.com. It really did read my mind! I was so freaked out, and I started to have all theses weird dreams at night when a Dumbledore- lookalike came and read my mind through the computer screen!! Whew, that was one heart- stopping dream! And then, the logical side of my brain overtook my thinking. How can a stupid site read my mind??? That was when it hit me- the logic of the site. A simple mathematical deduction led me to figure out how the site worked. Tag if you're too dumb to figure that on your own, or are sadly mathematically, or intellectually challenged.
I did find a host of other interesting sites. Allow me to share the mountains of knowledge I obtained from them:
General Ways to Annoy People(All Copyright of www.bored.com/getannoyed , and these are only the tip of the iceberg!!)
Ask people to prove everything they say. (e.g. "I'm Bob, nice to meet you..." "PROVE IT!")
As people talk, smell their shoulders.
Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend."
Ask your co-workers (or classmates, in my case!) mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles."
At random times in a conversation, say "Hi," "Hello Sir, how are you?" or "Have a good day, thank you."
Before exiting the elevator, push all the buttons.
Bring a portable CD player to a concert and listen the CD because you insist that it is "Just better quality"
Call someone and ask for someone that you know is not there then hang up. Call again about a half hour latter and ask for the same person then hang up again. Wait another half hour and call again and ask for that person again and then hang up again and wait a hour and call the same number and say that you are the person that you have been calling for and ask if you had any messages.
Call the operator. When asked, "Can I help you?" reply, "No thanks, just browsing."
Chew on pens/pncils that you've borrowed.
Claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your "astronaut training."
Close your eyes and start snoring whenever anyone tries to talk to you.
Consistently refer to everyone as 'mortal.'
Continually try to get all of the people who write you letters to put cellophane tape over their stamps so that you can wipe off the postmark and reuse them.
Continue to ask someone, "Is this annoying? Is this annoying?" over and over and over.
Continuously open your briefcase or bag and say into it, "Have you got enough air in there?"
Convince people you are deaf and talk in an incredibly phony sign language.
Declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace."
Decline to be seated at a restaurant and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.
Disagree strongly with everything anybody says.
Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.
Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that you'll be saying more any moment.
Eat out with friends and "forget" your wallet.
Erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the neighbors you are a "spider person."
Every time someone asks you to do something or says something to you ask "Is that a threat?"
Every time someone asks you to do something, ask them if they want fries with that.
Every time you see a particular coworker, shout, "So we meet again!" and laugh evilly.
Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophecy."
Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
“Forget” the punch line to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot."
Frantically change the date on people's computers back 50 years, and claim that you are trying to save humanity from the "Year 2007 Bug."
Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.
Go to a shoe store and try on every shoe, then say that you aren't interested in buying shoes and leave.
Go up to a someone and say, "Are you annoyed by irrelevant questions?" And then walk away very quickly.
Hang around national monuments all day, trying to get in other people's vacation photos. Afterwards, give them your address and ask them to send you a print when they get them developed.
Holler random numbers while someone is counting.
Honk and wave to strangers.
Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeeep Bip..."
Look at your hand in amazement and say, "Whoa, I never knew I had this!"
Make appointments for the 31st of September.
Make scary faces at babies.
Move people's bookmarks ahead three pages when they aren't looking.
Mow your carpet. (Or preferably somebody else's)
Name your dog "Dog."
Never break eye contact.
Never make eye contact.
Occasionally bark in a high-pitched voice.
On a hot summer day, ride up and down the road and drench pedestrians with squirt guns.
On the public bus, keep asking the driver nervously, "are we there yet?"
Pay for your dinner with pennies.
Phone random numbers and tell them you are holding their daughter hostage.
Poke anyone near you and say, "stop violating my personal space."
Practice making fax and modem noises.
Pretend you are invisible.
Pretend you have gone completely deaf.
Recite Shakespearian poetry to everyone you meet.
Recite the first 100 decimal places of Pi. Then ask if people want to hear it in binary, too.
Repeat everything someone says as a question.
Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?", "What?", "Never mind, it's gone now."
Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."
Run through the halls of your office building or school with your arms outstretched, making airplane noises. Periodically crash into pedestrians and lose a wing. Spiral to a crash and repeat.
Sample every flavor of ice cream and tell the clerk what you don't like about each one.
Say to people, "Did you wear deodorant today?"
Send people annoying chain forwards with outrageous consequences like "If you don't send this to 300 people in 4 seconds you will die instantly" and then insist that it is true and it happened to your uncle.
Set alarms for random times.
Shake with your left hand.
Sharpen All your pencils to the same size EXACTLY.
Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.
Sing along at the opera.
Stand on a busy corner. Gasp, look and point up. See how many people look.
Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling as they read.
Stare at static on the TV and claim you can see a "magic picture."
Surprise old friends by visiting them at 3AM "to discuss old times".
Take photos of people walking down the street and then run away.
Tap someone on the shoulder repeatedly.
Tape a blank piece of typing paper to your dorm or office door and leave it up for ages; when someone finally writes on it, yell at them and tell them to please not deface your property.
Tell people that they're "putting on weight nicely."
Tell small children that they don't look very promising.
Tell the ending of movies
Throw newspapers back at paperboys.
Walk into people's houses, go straight to the fridge without saying hello, and help yourself to their food.
Walk up to random people and ask them, very seriously, "Do you know the muffin man?"
Walk up to random strangers insisting you are family.
Walk up to someone eating. Lean over and stare at them intently until they notice. Continue to do so until they ask what you're doing. Reply, "I've been watching you eat for the last 30 seconds.. You're weird!" Leave the restaurant.
When at an ATM, try to have a conversation with it, or pretend it stole your card. (This works best if there's a line.)
When in a conversation, look out the window, then say "Wait, start over. I wasn't paying attention."
When walking, talk to yourself constantly
Whenever anybody says anything to you. Respond by saying, "I know."
Whenever anyone says something, laugh loudly as if they have just told and extremely funny joke.
Whenever somebody says something, ask what the simplest word they said means. When they explain, ask what the simplest word in their explanation means. Repeat this for the entire conversation.
Whenever someone finishes a sentence say, "And then what happened?"
While going down in an elevator scream, "AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!! WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!" for no apparent reason.
Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps.
Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.
Whew, was that a loooong one or what! Congratulations if you survived the list! As I mentioned earlier, this is only highlighted ones that I picked out, for more things, please go to www.bored.com/getannoyed. It could lighten up the dampest of spirits!
Well ciao, and keep laughing!!
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But this does not mark a hiatus in your favourite blog's(again, sniff!!!) updates. I have dial- up in my house there, and my laptop's coming along too! So...be prepared to get a full account of my trip there. I always look forward to spending the so- hot- Chennai(varies every year) summers with my grandparents.
