Thursday, September 27, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Foo
- You know how you're at the doctor's and he/she says something like 'It might be a recurring endoglycoma' and you're thinking 'What, you think you're Gregory House now? Just give me some freaking pills and let me go.'
- When I was about to leave for school today, there was both bright sunshine and strong rain. The gods always give us such mixed signals.
- Things always change, sooner than you want them to.
- 'There's some serious irony here' : My first thought when I accidentally swallowed a lozenge and almost choked to death.
- When I was about to leave for school today, there was both bright sunshine and strong rain. The gods always give us such mixed signals.
- Things always change, sooner than you want them to.
- 'There's some serious irony here' : My first thought when I accidentally swallowed a lozenge and almost choked to death.
Monday, September 10, 2007
The true foo.
You may have been wondering about the recent lack of foo. Why isn't he writing anything, you may have wondered, 'a foo post at the very least, how hard can that be?'
One doesn't blame you. But you must know that for all its apparent simplicity, achieving the true foo is no easy thing. Not everything funny qualifies as foo, unlike what the general reader may believe. In fact, it takes a very discerning person to know the true foo from the wannabe foo (which can overwhelm with its sheer volume). One wishes that there was a simple set of rules that could be put down here for the general reader's benefit. But alas, it is not so. The true foo is sublime and nuanced. It cannot be defined and cast into a mould.
It takes a certain sort of sensibility to tell the true foo apart from everything else. Such a sensibility, like all sensibilities go, is a temperamental and sensitive thing. It takes offence at imagined insults, or sometimes, it decides to sulk because the morning was overcast. But when it sparkles, it blinds with its brightness, and the end result is true foo that stuns you with its sheer brilliance and simplicity.
Every once in a while, it also needs a holiday.
Guest post by n, whose FMA [1] is rivaled by none.
One doesn't blame you. But you must know that for all its apparent simplicity, achieving the true foo is no easy thing. Not everything funny qualifies as foo, unlike what the general reader may believe. In fact, it takes a very discerning person to know the true foo from the wannabe foo (which can overwhelm with its sheer volume). One wishes that there was a simple set of rules that could be put down here for the general reader's benefit. But alas, it is not so. The true foo is sublime and nuanced. It cannot be defined and cast into a mould.
It takes a certain sort of sensibility to tell the true foo apart from everything else. Such a sensibility, like all sensibilities go, is a temperamental and sensitive thing. It takes offence at imagined insults, or sometimes, it decides to sulk because the morning was overcast. But when it sparkles, it blinds with its brightness, and the end result is true foo that stuns you with its sheer brilliance and simplicity.
Every once in a while, it also needs a holiday.
Guest post by n, whose FMA [1] is rivaled by none.
