<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312</id><updated>2012-01-18T02:18:42.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty D0ggy says ....</title><subtitle type='html'>A dog's view of the world.
yea yea i know. its nasty ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-3804175574680471307</id><published>2007-06-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:51:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr said...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; "If a man hasn't discovered something he will die&lt;BR&gt;for, he isn't fit to live."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here was a man who lived full-out, as a visionary&lt;BR&gt;in life. &amp;nbsp;Can you imagine what it was like to be him?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The purpose, the passion, the honor...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You can live that kind of a life. &amp;nbsp;But it takes vision.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And what most people don't realize is...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; VISION IS NOT AN INTELLECTUAL EXPERIENCE&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Think raw emotion. &amp;nbsp;Overwhelming love. &amp;nbsp;Intense&lt;BR&gt;passion.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The difference between a dream and a vision&lt;BR&gt;is emotion - deep emotion.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's one thing to be excited about a big dream.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's quite another thing to feel such a strong inner&lt;BR&gt;calling that you'd face anything from one moment&lt;BR&gt;to the next.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you have vision, there's no need to dream,&lt;BR&gt;to hope, to try. &amp;nbsp;You have a deep sense of knowing.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's called vision.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Some people's vision is so strong that they'd give&lt;BR&gt;their life for it. &amp;nbsp;You can see it in their eyes&lt;BR&gt;and hear it in their voice. &amp;nbsp;They see something.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Those are the people you just can't doubt--You&lt;BR&gt;just have to stand back and watch.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Knowledge? &amp;nbsp;Skills? &amp;nbsp;Resources? &amp;nbsp;Ha! &amp;nbsp;Those are&lt;BR&gt;trivial things to them, my friend.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;They feel called from within on such a deep level&lt;BR&gt;that they need no guarantees. &amp;nbsp;They need no supporters.&lt;BR&gt;They need no sleep.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What about you?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Think about that dream or idea you have...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Are you so deeply connected to it that you would&lt;BR&gt;lay down your life for it?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Is it even possible to get so deeply connected&lt;BR&gt;to your values and your vision that you would&lt;BR&gt;face any challenge, any person, any fear?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And how would that change your life forever?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" color=#a9a9a9 size=2&gt;Soaks my skin - through to the bone&lt;BR&gt;Pain is nothing that a downpour won't erase&lt;BR&gt;Rain - you can't hold on to it&lt;BR&gt;A treasure you cannot frame&lt;BR&gt;Rain - somehow I'm drawn to it&lt;BR&gt;I feel engaged, one and the same&lt;BR&gt;When heavens dressing beads off my face&lt;BR&gt;The pain is nothing that&lt;BR&gt;a downpour won't erase&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Adieus from the Dog That Knew Too Much&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-3804175574680471307?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/3804175574680471307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=3804175574680471307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/3804175574680471307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/3804175574680471307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2007/06/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-5278794719923104449</id><published>2007-06-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:38:35.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy schmoly</title><content type='html'>I nearly blew my top when I read this on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;How can a self respecting Indian woman allow this to happen ? She had to slap the old geezer right on the face SMACK!! like that. On top of that she was giggling.All over india protestors were shouting slogans and burning effigies throwing Mr Gere's schedule out of gear. I wanted to join the morcha too, however I was delayed when the train I was travelling on was canceled due to protestors burning compartments and throwing stones. They were protesting the hike in train fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ignorant Americans think we Indians are so backward but little do they know that we have progressed so much in the last 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;Women can now travel INSIDE a bus.&lt;br /&gt; The marriageble  age for girls has now been increased to 12.&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer forbidden to hold hands of a woman in public view provided the woman in question is your wife and both of your age must exceed 85 and it must be a full moon day.&lt;br /&gt;Numerous malls have sprung up everywhere where people can visit and spend useful time of their life appreciating the marvel of engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home ministry has released a confidential US document that New Delhi is the most livable city in India. He said it doesnt matter much that it has been ranked 248 in list of 300 cities world wide.&lt;br /&gt;George W Bush confirmed that New Delhi indeed has jumped 1 place in the last 5 years from 249th to 248.Earlier 248th position was occupied by Baghdad. The cabinet ministers have relased a statement that due to rapid progress in social, economical &amp; mental factors in New Delhi and due to sheer perseverance, hard work &amp;amp; talent we were able to over take Baghdad in the livability-index. Iraq home minister was unavalaible for comment when Manmohan excitedly tried to call him to deliver the news. (Editor: we later learnt that he was infact shot down while he was in the toilet and hence the non-response contratry to some non-believers that he was JUST not interested in the news)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in other unrelated reports Times Of India decided to whole heartedly support Sanjaya in his quest for glory on the American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;TOI, being quite a patriotic newspaper, picks up anything or anyone distantly related to India (even if they are the 100th generation which is quite wierd since we could well be the 70th generation of the Australopithecus ) in the US to showcase how much our generation is progressing. The lad in question, Sanjaya, however could not pin point on which continent India lay even after 5 attempts. His Italian mother however brushed off the incident as one-off and confirmed that Sanajaya is an typical yank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabinet ministers are meeting tomorrow to perform a havan for Sanjayas success.  Lalu has released a report that the cricket team's stumps and bats will be used to the havan. The priest who performed the havan for Indian cricket team is missing and the Delhi police are tight lipped about this situation. Sonia Gandhi has declared that it will be a weeks bandh and goverment office will not function inorder to  mourn incase Sanjaya is kicked out of the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Nations released a statement that "There is too much hunger in the rest of the world and more food is required." The whole statement was a flop as the Indian ministers didnt knew what or who United Nations were. The Europeans didnt know what "hunger" was. Africa didnt know what "Food" was while United States didnt knew what "rest of the world" was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La India !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-5278794719923104449?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/5278794719923104449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=5278794719923104449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/5278794719923104449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/5278794719923104449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2007/06/holy-schmoly.html' title='holy schmoly'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-1990236415561086612</id><published>2007-06-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:37:15.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drawbacks of a dick</title><content type='html'>Having a dick is a privilege. Dont get me wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to be vulgar. Nor am I saying that the fair sex, lacking one, is inferior. Put nicely it feels great to be a man. However the trials and tribulations that one must go thru inorder to morph from a juvenile to a mature responsible is plain too much. This is where I feel that the endangered species , the females, are advantageous. How many guys stopped to ask direction from a pandu havaldar in delhi only to have him chew tobacco and look at you as if you landed from mars. Then he would nod his head and look around at the same time scratching his balls and just shrug his shoulders. Now the way to solve this is just to have a chick with you. yes sir that solves all the problems and you have wonderful directions from any stranger in delhi. so wonderful that it would put your GPS directions to shame.&lt;br /&gt;such is the attitude in delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not about delhi. Its not even about traffic chaos in that God forbidden city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about dick.Since I was a boy I was fascinated to study the difference and what better place than on o3 and orkut ?&lt;br /&gt;Lets take an example of this chick &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Scrapbook.aspx?uid=8282850887450610834"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Scrapbook.aspx?uid=8282850887450610834&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As you can well see the “frand sheep“ bandwagon hasnt taken long to hunt down this babe and there are three zillion twenty nine million seven thousand and fifty four requests for “frendz“ for her.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to the question that I have never been able to solve “Can the females in india EVER feel or be alone ?“ I mean all they need to do is to drop a feeler and there are thousand dicks ready to kiss her ass and worship the ground she treads on. There are a thousand more dicks ready to notice if she has changed her mascara or if she has new pics on her album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ok. This post is not even about the leeching dicks that abound these sites but I do want to keep them in mind in my journey through life. This post is about normal dicks like me and why being independent is important in the making of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started off this fascination was my ex boss. He was the biggest back stabbing bastard I have ever seen. And I spent the best valentines day with him. Its pretty unusual for such a thing to happen. I aint gay and I spent a valentines with a guy whom I loathed and despised ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well valentines day is usually the worst day I ever have every year and that particular year it was no exception. The whole office group had collected to discuss where to go to celebrate the day. And me usually the center of popularity for all events was all animated about the event. I had my eye on couple of girls for the day. It was all set for 3 pm and we returned to our cubicles. Come 3pm and I was in for a shock. All of them had left and had forgotten me. How could they do this to me ? Would they have done this if I was a female ? those bastards would have been all around begging and kissing.&lt;br /&gt; I couldnt stop my tears as I rushed to the bathroom and locked myself in.  Unfortunately or fortunately my boss saw me in nick of time. He pounded the door, pulled me out and dragged me to his cabin.&lt;br /&gt;He listened sympathetically to me and then finally said “You cannot afford to cry.Men dont cry. There are two kinds of men. A duck and a cat. Which one is you?“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a duck. A dick. Not a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;“A duck“ I said&lt;br /&gt;“Excellent “ he said “Then never ever bend down for others.If theres a problem only you have to solve it. Its the drawback of having a dick. OK? Lets celebrate the valentines here “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called up few places and ordered coffee and pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything was clicking in place. I was no longer a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-1990236415561086612?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/1990236415561086612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=1990236415561086612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/1990236415561086612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/1990236415561086612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2007/06/drawbacks-of-dick.html' title='drawbacks of a dick'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-112946590348809250</id><published>2005-10-16T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T05:31:43.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest List of God's mistakes.</title><content type='html'>Ok, lets get the obvious out of the way and get straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;The obvious stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;           * God is NOT a person. I repeat. God is NOT a person. Its a special position entitled to a person. Much like "Tom is the chairman". That doesnt mean "Tom" and "chairman" are&lt;br /&gt;the same thing. Hope you understand what I mean. Also point to be noted is that the person for this position is arbitrarily chosen it could be anyone. a chicken. a cat. even someone you dislike. so be careful of the ass you kick. You might have to kiss it someday.&lt;br /&gt;         * You have to understand that "challenges" are not the same thing as misery. Me asking you to play chess with me is challenge for you. Me boiling you in oil is misery for you.&lt;br /&gt;Got point ? Good lets move on&lt;br /&gt;         * It requires paranormal intelligence to understand &amp; predict God's actions. If you could, you would be smarter, right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have other things in mind thats way too obvious lets get down to business&lt;br /&gt;           1) Women: Cant stay without 'em. Cant stay with them. Love 'em ? Damned if do. Damned if you don't. Just plain damned. Just why on earth (or any other planet ) did God create creatures&lt;br /&gt;as pretty as them with intelligence comparable to the organisms that I used to dissect in my skool ?&lt;br /&gt;             2) Love: Ok let me put it in my comrade ,Smith's, words:&lt;br /&gt;"Illusions of a mind ... the temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify its existence that is without meaning or purpose . .. as unreal as life itself. Although only a human&lt;br /&gt;mind can invent something as insipid as love". Amen ! Quite a mouthful , eh ? read it all over again and aloud. If you still cant seem to get it your life is purposeless. Consider taking up life as an hermit.&lt;br /&gt;                3)Miseries: This is too obvious fundamental mistake. Everytime I muse about life , the universe, the challenges , the answers I realize that it was here God goofed up the most. Some of these calamites (natural or otherwise) can be related to the female of the species. Even if you think on a biological scale if something bites you , most likely its gotta be a female.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, those of you who are still searching for the meaning of life and the answer to everything in the universe the answer is 42.&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                         They asked the computer for the Answer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    "The answer to what?", asked Deep Thought. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                       "Life! The Universe! Everything!" they said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After calculating for seven million years, it told them that the Answer was "Forty-two"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers from the Dog That Knew Too Much.&lt;br /&gt;Be safe. Be good. Think. Dont be an idiot. Class dismissed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-112946590348809250?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/112946590348809250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=112946590348809250' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112946590348809250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112946590348809250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2005/10/greatest-list-of-gods-mistakes.html' title='Greatest List of God&apos;s mistakes.'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-112575383520752617</id><published>2005-09-03T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T06:23:55.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arranged Marriages ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A guy I know had  married couple of days ago. An arranged marriage. He never saw or met the girl. Hes in Calcutta while she is in Pune. And quite obviously the day he got her cell number they were talking long hours. I never quite understood this behaviour of people who are undergoing pre-arranged marriages. Thats love he said. I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;The clincher came when he got married and had to return to office in a few days. The next weekend he flew back coz he couldnt "wait".&lt;br /&gt;"Responsibilities, ya'know" he said.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Pray , what kind of responsibilties ? I could let my wicked mind run riot but its quite obvious that people who are desperate to get settled via arranged marriage have a one track mind. The "path of no return" beckons them. Marry if you must. Not if you can. You marry because you love. It cant be anyother way. I wouldnt understand it anyother way since I am extremely choosy even about picking my friends. The thought of spending a life time with someone who I barely know is a nightmare. And hence my long standing thought "Arranged marriages are like prostituion. Only its exclusive and long term"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-112575383520752617?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/112575383520752617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=112575383520752617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112575383520752617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112575383520752617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2005/09/arranged-marriages.html' title='Arranged Marriages ?'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-112185332036246864</id><published>2005-07-20T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:55:20.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Male !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;Its a mans world ! theres no denying that.No wonder we have intelliGENT but not intelliLADY.&lt;br /&gt;What girls dont understand is that men are inherently single tasking animals. They cant drive and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;listen to their rants, cant phone and work at the same time, cant drink coffee and stir it at the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;time. etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont study people and judge them by the tone of their voice. We have a sense of humor at everything. Yes. Everything. They dont seem to understand and seem to have various mood for various situations.For us Life is a joke.No one gets out alive , isnt it ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the last week I used the "incorrect tone" at a girl and found that her mobile was unreachable till  midnight. Panic seized me as i called Mo and explained what happened. Oh dont worry. He chuckled. Whats the max that could happen ? Even if she ran away from home we will have her name and photo in tomorrows newpaper. Thats it !&lt;br /&gt;Well he IS a typical male. I must admit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girls do they understand ? Considering the following situations i dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;Scene 1) I am looking for a parking spot to park my car and driving along scanning the perimeters of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;road. "Shall we park there ? " i asked her. "No" she said "dont park infront of people's house. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;deflate the tires"&lt;br /&gt;"Well i can only see girls in the house " I said&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you think girls wont deflate tyres ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well " i replied "if they could locate the tyre they would "&lt;br /&gt;She put on a disgusted look on her face&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know why you guys (undermine a girl , think so big) etc etc" i couldnt hear the rest of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;sentence coz i found a parking spot and was concentrating on parking there.&lt;br /&gt;Well. This time she was correct. There were four girls in front of the house and the probablity of one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;the four girls correctly locating one of the four wheels were high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;Scene 2) Serious conversation on phone (Like on how to reduce poverty , misery and suffering, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;nagging in the world etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Oh yes. i See" nodding so vigourously my head literally came off and bounced on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;She: " I suppose you find this funny"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " NO !"&lt;br /&gt;She : "What do you mean No"&lt;br /&gt;Me: I mean no. its not funny.  (honestly , whats the answer)&lt;br /&gt;She: Your tone suggested other wise&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Silent.Be still my beating heart)&lt;br /&gt;She: Why are you silent ? Do you mean something&lt;br /&gt;Me:No. NO&lt;br /&gt;She: NO ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I went into a diabetic coma and cant remember how i wriggled out of this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;Scene 3)&lt;br /&gt;I am concentrating on my work(or atleast pretending to do so) and staring so hard at the computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;that its burning a hole in the monitor Like any typical alpha male I can concentrate on only ONE thing at a time.And suddenly i hear her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;voice&lt;br /&gt;"What database are you using ?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (totally out of synch. Was dreaming about vacation in hawaii. What the heck is a database ? Where am i ?I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;gotta say something in order to avoid being branded a dumbo) Well... hmmm... there are many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;databases.&lt;br /&gt;She: (nearly a shriek) what the hell do you mean by there are many databases ? There is only one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;the DB23i !&lt;br /&gt;Me: (well. I WAS dumb. there was only one database and I dont remember its name ? Shame on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff1493;"&gt;Cheers NB. Hope you got me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;Scene 4)&lt;br /&gt;Mo has got a run of the mill camera and he has got an text sms of Dia Mirza in it. He shows the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;phone to his colleague and says its a mobile with camera.She is excited and asks him to snap her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;photo. He turns the mobile to her, presses a few buttons and shows the Dia Mirza SMS to her.&lt;br /&gt;She: oh how sweet&lt;br /&gt;Mo: (yaar cheeti na lag jaya) Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;Scene 5)&lt;br /&gt;I am dropping off my colleague who just had her house shifted to a new locality.&lt;br /&gt;She: yes, its somewhere near. The buildings are familiar&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmm (all building are made of bricks and concrete and SHOULD be familiar)&lt;br /&gt;She: i guess its this lane. Or maybe the next one. I clearly remember there was a road in front of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;house.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (phew. what a elephantine memory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;Scene 6( The  last time in my life i played a prank on a girl)&lt;br /&gt;I call her up and in a husky voice: This is inispector Daroga from Lajpat Nagar pulice station. We have found your I Card near a FIR Spot. Can you please report to us by 7 PM? Try to bring some clothes incase you have to stay overnight in the jail.&lt;br /&gt;She: (A literal heart seizure and a break down)It cant be. I am new to Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It dont matter. FIR is a FIR.&lt;br /&gt;(a few seconds of pestering later)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Relax. its me . Dirty D0ggy.&lt;br /&gt;She: What ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: its me. its just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;She: No you are lying. you are the Police.&lt;br /&gt;Me:(oh God ! how do i get myself out of this.Then got her dearest friend to explain all this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006400;"&gt;Well. I am short of words. Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-112185332036246864?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/112185332036246864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=112185332036246864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112185332036246864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112185332036246864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-got-male.html' title='You Got Male !'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-112185313042720885</id><published>2005-07-20T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:52:10.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahaparinirvana</title><content type='html'>Things I wish to do before i choose Mahaparinirvana or final exit from earth&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Done these:&lt;br /&gt;Learn to speak a foreign language and make sure you use it. (je compreneds francais ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be an extra in a film. (i still dont know where and when that film was released. But i was curious about a film shooting in my college when they pulled me in for the extras. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to skate(fell and hurt my bum. wont skate for the next few months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow a beard and leave it for at least a month. (patchy beard. the chix detested it. my roomies sulked. my pet dog refused to play with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower in a waterfall. (aha ! with the girls that too. Mo might have more to say on this :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for a raise. (I did. and quit the job next day when he disagreed !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay out all night dancing and go to work the next day without having gone home (just once). (dont ask me about this one. sounds like fun. but it aint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a complete and utter fool of yourself. (the less said about this one the better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own one very expensive but absolutely wonderful business suit. (Not very expensive but a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep under the stars. (Many Many times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a job you love. (Am in that baby !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy your own house and then spend time making it into exactly what you want. (Am trying...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss someone you've just met on a blind date. ( :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own web site. (The admin pulled it off after a few months. The as#@#@#@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run a marathon. (For 47th Independence of India I did run a marthon from my school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------Will be done this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsor a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send a message in a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to play a musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart in a crowded space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your portrait painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a live in relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim with a dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skydive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall deeply in love - helplessly and unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride the Trans-Siberian Express across Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the novel you know you have inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer at Oktoberfest in Munich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a night in a haunted house -alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a lunar eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend New Year's in an exotic location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience weightlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing a great song in front of an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone you've only just met to go on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly through the Grand Canyon on my own twin seater plane&lt;br /&gt;Grow a orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuba dive off Australia's Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go up in a hot-air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to bartend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be involved in a shootout and kill the culprits. Clean bullets thru the cranium *bang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make love in the car, in a forest/park, in the kitchen and in the lift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-112185313042720885?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/112185313042720885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=112185313042720885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112185313042720885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112185313042720885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2005/07/mahaparinirvana.html' title='Mahaparinirvana'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-112185287932696681</id><published>2005-07-20T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:47:59.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/393/1600/Agony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/393/320/Agony.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain , No gain ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-112185287932696681?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/112185287932696681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=112185287932696681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112185287932696681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/112185287932696681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2005/07/pain.html' title='PAIN !'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809312.post-111925519697829848</id><published>2005-05-20T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T01:22:50.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from HHGTG</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Authority&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;"You know," said Roosta, "you know, Beeblebrox. You want to meet the man &lt;br /&gt;  who rules the Universe." &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Can he cook?'', said Zaphod. On reflection he added: ''I doubt if he can. &lt;br /&gt;  If he could cook a good meal he wouldn't worry about the rest of the Universe. &lt;br /&gt;  I want to meet a cook.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Social Value&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Trin Tragula - for that was his name - was a dreamer, a thinker, &lt;br /&gt;  speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Government &lt;br /&gt;&lt;DL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;DD&gt;The major problem - one of the major problems, for there are&lt;BR&gt;several - &lt;br /&gt;  one of the many major problems with governing people is&lt;BR&gt;that of whom you &lt;br /&gt;  get to do it; or rather of who manages to get&lt;BR&gt;people to let them do it to &lt;br /&gt;  them.&lt;BR&gt;To summarize: it is a well known fact, that those people who &lt;br /&gt;  most&lt;BR&gt;want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do &lt;br /&gt;  it.&lt;BR&gt;To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of &lt;br /&gt;  getting&lt;BR&gt;themselves made President should on no account be allowed to &lt;br /&gt;  do&lt;BR&gt;the job. To summarize the summary of the summary: people are &lt;br /&gt;  a&lt;BR&gt;problem. &lt;/DD&gt;&lt;/DL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Insults&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Oh,'' said Arthur brightly, ''you mean we've travelled in time but not in &lt;br /&gt;  space.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Listen you semi-evolved simian,'' cut in Zaphod, ''go climb a tree will &lt;br /&gt;  you?'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Arthur bristled. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Go bang your heads together four-eyes,'' he advised Zaphod. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''No, no,'' the waiter said to Zaphod, ''your monkey has got it right, &lt;br /&gt;  sir.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Big Bang&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''But what about the End of the Universe? We'll miss the big moment.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''I've seen it. It's rubbish,'' said Zaphod, ''nothing but a gnab gib.'' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''A what?'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Opposite of a big bang. Come on, let's get zappy.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Evolution&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through &lt;br /&gt;  three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and &lt;br /&gt;  Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question ''How can we &lt;br /&gt;  eat?'', the second by the question ''Why do we eat?'' and the third by the &lt;br /&gt;  question, ''Where shall we have lunch?'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Logistic symmetry&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''I wonder who this ship belongs to anyway,'' said Arthur. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Me,'' said Zaphod. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''No. Who it really belongs to.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Really me,'' insisted Zaphod, ''look, property is theft, right? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Therefore theft is property. Therefore this ship is mine, OK?'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Higher primates&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;It is worth repeating at this point the theories that Ford had come up &lt;br /&gt;  with, on his first encounter with human beings, to account for their peculiar &lt;br /&gt;  habit of continually stating and restating the very very obvious, as it 'It's &lt;br /&gt;  a nice day,'' or ''You're very tall,'' or ''So this is it, we're going to &lt;br /&gt;  die.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Abstract Computation&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Ford,'' he said, ''how many escape capsules are there?'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''None,'' said Ford. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Zaphod gibbered. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Did you count them?'' he yelled. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Twice,'' said Ford &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Theology&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Your God person puts an apple tree in the middle of a garden and says do &lt;br /&gt;  what you like guys, oh, but don't eat the apple. Surprise surprise, they eat &lt;br /&gt;  it and he leaps out from behind a bush shouting `Gotcha'. It wouldn't have &lt;br /&gt;  made any difference if they hadn't eaten it.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Why not?'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Because if you're dealing with somebody who has the sort of mentality &lt;br /&gt;  which likes leaving hats on the pavement with bricks under them you know &lt;br /&gt;  perfectly well they won't give up. They'll get you in the end.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Cognitive Psychology&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;His mouth started to speak, but his brain decided it hadn't got anything to &lt;br /&gt;  say yet and shut it again. His brain then started to contend with the problem &lt;br /&gt;  of what his eyes told it they were looking at, but in doing so relinquished &lt;br /&gt;  control of the mouth which promptly fell open again. Once more gathering up &lt;br /&gt;  the jaw, his brain lost control of his left hand which then wandered around in &lt;br /&gt;  an aimless fashion. For a second or so the brain tried to catch the left hand &lt;br /&gt;  without letting go of the mouth and simultaneously tried to think about what &lt;br /&gt;  was buried in the ice, which is probably why the legs went and Arthur dropped &lt;br /&gt;  restfully to the ground. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Encounters of The Third Kind&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;The alien creature frowned briefly and consulted what appeared to be some &lt;br /&gt;  species of clipboard which he was holding in his thin and spindly alien hand. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Arthur Dent?'' it said. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Arthur nodded helplessly. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Arthur Philip Dent?'' pursued the alien in a kind of efficient yap. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Er ... er ... yes ... er ... er,'' confirmed Arthur. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''You're a jerk,'' repeated the alien, ''a complete asshole.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Er ...'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;The creature nodded to itself, made a peculiar alien tick on its clipboard &lt;br /&gt;  and turned briskly back towards the ship. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Poetic Justice&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''The dew,'' he observed, ''has clearly fallen with a particularly &lt;br /&gt;  sickening thud this morning.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Intelligence&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;You may not instantly see why I bring the subject up, but that is because &lt;br /&gt;  my mind works so phenomenally fast, and I am at a rough estimate thirty &lt;br /&gt;  billion times more intelligent than you. Let me give you an example. Think of &lt;br /&gt;  a number, any number.'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Er, five,'' said the mattress. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;''Wrong,'' said Marvin. ''You see?'' &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;The mattress was much impressed by this and realized that it was in the &lt;br /&gt;  presence of a not unremarkable mind. It willomied along its entire length, &lt;br /&gt;  sending excited little ripples through its shallow algae-covered pool. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;HR align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;the following is a mirror of &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;  http://www-personal.umd.umich.edu/~nhughes/dna/faqs/quotedir.html:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;Douglas Adams Quote Directory&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;I&gt;by Nick Humphries, u2nmh@csc.liv.ac.uk&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`...You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them &lt;br /&gt;    had you? I mean like actually telling anyone or anything.'&lt;BR&gt;`But the plans &lt;br /&gt;    were on display...'&lt;BR&gt;`On display? I eventually had to go down to the &lt;br /&gt;    cellar to find them.'&lt;BR&gt;`That's the display department.'&lt;BR&gt;`With a &lt;br /&gt;    torch.'&lt;BR&gt;`Ah, well the lights had probably gone.'&lt;BR&gt;`So had the &lt;br /&gt;    stairs.'&lt;BR&gt;`But look you found the notice didn't you?'&lt;BR&gt;`Yes,' said &lt;br /&gt;    Arthur, `yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing &lt;br /&gt;    cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware &lt;br /&gt;    of The Leopard".'"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- Arthur singing the praises of the local council planning department.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.'&lt;BR&gt;`Very deep,' said Arthur, &lt;br /&gt;    `you should send that in to the "Reader's Digest". They've got a page for &lt;br /&gt;    people like you.'"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- Ford convincing Arthur to drink three pints in ten minutes at &lt;br /&gt;  lunchtime.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his &lt;br /&gt;    beer, `I never could get the hang of Thursdays.'" &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- Arthur, on what was to be his last Thursday on Earth.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"Pages one and two [of Zaphod's presidential speech] had been salvaged by &lt;br /&gt;    a Damogran Frond Crested Eagle and had already become incorporated into an &lt;br /&gt;    extraordinary new form of nest which the eagle had invented. It was &lt;br /&gt;    constructed largely of papier mache and it was virtually impossible for a &lt;br /&gt;    newly hatched baby eagle to break out of it. The Damogran Frond Crested &lt;br /&gt;    Eagle had heard of the notion of survival of the species but wanted no truck &lt;br /&gt;    with it." &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- An example of Damogran wildlife.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`How do you feel?' he asked him.&lt;BR&gt;`Like a military academy,' said &lt;br /&gt;    Arthur, `bits of me keep passing out.'" ....&lt;BR&gt;`We're safe,' he &lt;br /&gt;    said.&lt;BR&gt;`Oh good,' said Arthur.&lt;BR&gt;`We're in a small galley cabin,' said &lt;br /&gt;    Ford, `in one of the spaceships of the Vogon Constructor Fleet.'&lt;BR&gt;`Ah,' &lt;br /&gt;    said Arthur, `this is obviously some strange usage of the word "safe" that I &lt;br /&gt;    wasn't previously aware of.'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- Arthur after his first ever teleport ride.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`The best way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your finger down &lt;br /&gt;    his throat...'" &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- The Book, on one of the Vogon's social inadequacies.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's &lt;br /&gt;    unpleasently like being drunk.'&lt;BR&gt;`What's so unpleasent about being &lt;br /&gt;    drunk?'&lt;BR&gt;`You ask a glass of water.'"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- Arthur getting ready for his first jump into hyperspace.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`You know,' said Arthur, `it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a &lt;br /&gt;    Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die from asphyxiation &lt;br /&gt;    in deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when &lt;br /&gt;    I was young.'&lt;BR&gt;`Why, what did she tell you?'&lt;BR&gt;`I don't know, I didn't &lt;br /&gt;    listen.'"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- Arthur coping with certain death as best as he could.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`Ford, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.'" &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- Arthur experiences the improbability drive at work.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`I think you ought to know that I'm feeling very depressed.'"&lt;BR&gt;"`Life, &lt;br /&gt;    don't talk to me about life.'"&lt;BR&gt;"`Here I am, brain the size of a planet &lt;br /&gt;    and they ask me to take you down to the bridge. Call that "job &lt;br /&gt;    satisfaction"? 'Cos I don't.'"&lt;BR&gt;"`I've got this terrible pain in all the &lt;br /&gt;    diodes down my left side.'"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;-- Guess who.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught &lt;br /&gt;    and shot now.'" &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`Arthur:Sorry guys! Plans to take over the world is this week'" &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;P&gt;-- Zaphod.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;P&gt;"`In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were REAL &lt;br /&gt;    men, women were REAL women, and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri &lt;br /&gt;    were REAL small furry creatures from Aplha Centauri.'" &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809312-111925519697829848?l=evilboyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/feeds/111925519697829848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13809312&amp;postID=111925519697829848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/111925519697829848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13809312/posts/default/111925519697829848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilboyz.blogspot.com/2005/05/quotes-from-hhgtg.html' title='Quotes from HHGTG'/><author><name>DirtyD0ggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
