Love my boy’s modus operandi.
I asked him to go to mumma:
Ran upstairs, and stood outside her closed door.
Gave it a few whacks with his tail, and waited.
Quiet at first, then softly wailing… and increasing his crying volume – slowly, but steadily.
Patient, and organised.
Till she got up and opened the door :)
An old acquaintance was cribbing about ads following her on every site, begging Indian e-commerce sites to stop tracking her.
Thought of telling her about remarketing, and advising about blocking 3rd party cookies, using adblockers.
Didn’t want to be called a mansplainer again.
Sister went to Barcelona, and found Sagrada Familia boring. Didn’t even bother going inside.
I spent half a day in & around it. Could’ve well spent more. And will definitely be heading back next I’m vacationing in/near Barca.
I’m the atheist, while she’s the religious one! But then I’m the one who drags f&f to art, architecture and history shows, while she’d rather be snuggled up in a sofa with warm cider and *my* dog ;)
Wondering which one of us was adopted.
In the idiotic imperial unit system, the equivalent unit of metre is…
- feet, when measuring height (e.g. height of mountains, or people, or altitude where planes fly), and
- yard, if measuring distance
Unnecessarily complicating unit conversion for a hobbyist developer!
My boy will follow me everywhere – into raging fire, up the steepest mountain, across deepest seas, and into the mouth of certain death.
Everywhere, except when I pick up *his* towel and walk towards the 2nd bathroom.
Note to self:
Don’t do case interviews at 11 in the night, over Skype, when you’re already suffering from throat infection and fever.
Continue reading Don’t be too eager!
Sister’s visiting. Having commuted from Coventry to Kingston for last 2 days, she’s quite tired, and was snoring quite audibly in the guest bedroom.
I’m sitting, working, in the living room, and could hear her occasionally despite her closed door.
Chewie was sleeping in our bedroom with Raghs.
He just came into the living room, walked straight past me, knocked on her door twice. Don’t know if she opened it, or he pushed it open, but next thing I know, they’re both hugging and sleeping on her bed 1.
Neither’s snoring anymore.
Warm, boiled eggs, salt and pepper sprinkled on top.
Taste just as good in cool and wet autumnal England, as in cold and foggy winters in northern India.
Taste just as good at 36, as they did at 10, and at 19.
Taste just as good sharing with wife and dog, as they did with mom, dad and sister, and later with friends and wingies in hostel.
Some things, thankfully, are just the same everywhere :)
wget -i list_of_urls.txt
Today I learnt that, using the terminal, I can download a shit load of files with that simple command in one go.
Ran into a friend from undergrad, who went to the friendly neighbouring b-school a year after me.
Which reminded me of…
XL di kudiyan very very smart…
Which reminded me of…
B****ch** sutta, sutta na milaa
Which reminded me of Samit Panchal. A good fella!
A welcome chain reaction :)