Dr. Yet ?

What's up, Doc?
That's all I asked and he stormed away mumbling something about 'one of these years...'
Grad students can be so touchy.

That's All Folks

I want to be a bunny.
I want long ears; and white fur; and sharp teeth; and carrots.
What's up, doc?

Catharsis Continued

There's PLAYBOY, of course.
Bunnies can't ever be unemployed.
I want to be a bunny.

In a Galaxy Far Far Away...

And then they wonder why they aren't hired, tsk.
I mean, who in their right frame of mind would ever hire a dirty, skanky, greasy, hairy, heinous, sharp-toothed, mucous-coated, dumb-witted, earwax-emanating, bumblebee-infested vogon?
There's PLAYBOY, of course.

Recession Smecession

"Will Drink for Food."
Clear as day, that's what he wrote on the paper.
And then they wonder why they aren't hired, tsk.

Anything, really

"Will Blog For Food."
Or even Drink, really.
"Will Drink For Food."

Are you hiring?

Google Earth is a wonderful piece of software.
Google Recession and you find that it is a terrible economic tragedy.
Will blog for food.

Up, Up and Away

I was watching Bombay just yesterday.
It looks beautiful from so high up.
Google Earth is a wonderful piece of software

Bombay

Engineers have no sense of humour.
The world does.
I was watching 'Bombay' just yesterday.

P.S- Everybody please stay put indoors whereever you are for a while. Keep watching news.

Two functions walked into the bar...

"No, I am afraid that's a tangent."
She bared her teeth, hoping he would laugh at her math joke.
Engineers have no sense of humour.

Degrees of Madness

Of course, I only call it "talking".
Even so, I wonder if that's normal.
No, I am afraid that's a tangent.

Euphemism

I prefer talking to the dead.
The alive just don't have time for me.
Of course, I only call it "talking".

Look who's talking

But the dead can't talk.
Neither can walls, bars, sun, moon, stars, trees, posters, babies, shy people.
I prefer talking to the dead.

P.S- We are morbidly fascinated by death somehow, 75% of the blog is about death! :P

Post Mortem

But quick reflexes can save your life more often.
I could try telling that to the stalactite.
But the dead can't talk.


PS: And stalactites can't listem

Die Furher Die

"That is true," said He, and smote the man with a twitch of the little finger.
Being able to see the future is a cool power to have.
But quick reflexes can save your life more often.

The End is Nigh

"In the end, it really doesn't matter, because in the long run we are all dead."
Suddenly, the clouds parted, the skies split up, and there appeared the face of God.
"That is true," said He, and smote the man with a twitch of the little finger.

The Long Run

"This looks like a job for Agent Dubbloseven!"
"Pshaw! Dubblosix is a much better choice if we are to save millions and also bring a smile to their faces!"
In the end, it really doesn't matter, because in the long run we are all dead.


I take one of the first liberties with the rules - Dubbloseven == 007.

Shaken, not stirred

"Turns out that The Secret is using Nothing."
"HMS The Secret is using HMS Nothing for illegal trade?!
This looks like a job for Agent 007!"


I'm sorry - I'm stuck on Bond!

Victoria's Secret

"Concealed microfilm received"
In the microfilm lay hidden all of victoria's secrets.
Turns out that the secret is using - nothing!

On Her Majesty's Secret Service

He did actually flush his underwear down the loo.
James Bond then flicked open his cell-phone and read the SMS out loud.
"Concealed microfilm received."