Technology Down

Three years ago, when I'd just signed up on Twitter, the site went down. In a moment of bitchiness, I composed a tweet that was ready and waiting for when service would be restored: "Don't panic. Twitter will soon be up and we can all go back to our jobs at CERN."

Today Google went down for a bit. No Gmail, no nothing and I panicked. Because I...ahem...had to get back to a job at CERN.

By some twist of fate (an enterprising boss and a lot of swotting) yours truly, who has yet to miss a single episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, is going to be at CERN this time, next week.

Career high. Showing Off. Hell yeah.

Revenge of Middle Berth

In Indian trains, Lower Berth is king of time and space. Lording over window & leg room and deciding bedtime. Middle Berth is minion at the mercy of Lower Berth's whim. Middle Berth's back is stiff, boredom is there & Lower Berth is burping continuously. Middle Berth chants,"When will dinner come?" Dinner is game-changer.

"Thambi, my time will come - just you wait-aa."

Morning comes and Lower Berth has woken up all fresh & gone to Indian-style loo. Now fully ready for tea & veg cutlet. But Middle Berth is fast asleep. Actually Middle Berth is awake but not moving. Slyly watching Lower Berth trying to adjust head & neck like so and like so, spilling hot water on crotch, cursing in regional language. Middle Berth is also wanting to go to toilet but this is more fun. Lower Berth is looking up every two minutes, giving pitiful looks and massaging the aching back but no response is there.

Now Middle Berth is king.

http://ephemeralwhims.blogspot.in/2011/05/surviving-india-vol-1.html

 

Are you KIDDING me?

So now they give us Benedict Cumberbatch falling in love with a feminist? Kill me now.

A pox on you, BBC Two.