Me: (*Ask any question*)
Batman: I’m Batman.
And while already mentioned before, this never gets old and what’s likely to happen:
Just hope as long as it doesn’t end up like this, don’t want to mess with the goddam Batman you know.
Alright, way past late for this one, but lot of thinking involved for it, and I’m not particularly attached to any place in particular, even home. Will reserve this for later.
I seriously don’t know what to say for unconventional love. Heck I barely know what to say for love itself. But this begins to make me question everything in existence, and besides most people really don’t have any idea. I would have said I love my laptop and stuff, which is quite true, but then again, there are many in my position and it’s not even unconventional in the sense anymore.
This is something to contemplate on.
Namely, a Proton, a Neutron and an Electron. They order for drinks. The bartender asks, “Are you sure?” Only Proton replies, “I’m positive.”
You can kill me now.
Okay so today is mother’s day, and I don’t know what to say. Reminds me I don’t have a decent photo with the mother yet. So here is an old pic one of the hundred pigeons which gave birth at my house (windows). Mommmmmyyyyyyyy pigeon.
Love is… is the name of a comic strip created by New Zealand cartoonist Kim Casali in the late 1960s. Yep that’s the first thing which comes into my mind when asked what is love (according to me, but it doesn’t matter as people only stick to ‘their version’ of things always, or does it?) Facts or rather the absolute truth cannot have ‘perspectives’ or ‘opinions’ contrary to what people usually think, and well, who makes sense anyways. Besides I’m tired of all those soapy and cliché talks and will stick to the subject here.
This is a very famous worldwide strip, consisting of a panel with a young boy and girl with different ‘meanings of love’ in a very sweet manner. Ought to check it out if you didn’t knew about it already. Of all those rather intellectual talks, I find this one of the best representations of what love really is. Check out this touching post by a friend and fellow blogger who unlike me isn’t lazy enough to write more on this rather same topic.
Language evolves. The meaning of a word can shift over time as we use it differently — think of “cool,” “heavy,” or even “literally.”
Ah this is ‘my type’ of prompt. There are so many such words which have gained additional meanings over time, and sadly all what most people know are the irrelevant or absolute hogwash ones. And many easily associate ones which don’t make sense at all. Others are as said above are just thrown about loosely.
I’d like to share one such story of butchery of a word, here as you might have guess. This brilliant comic courtesy of the ever amazing The Oatmeal.
This is more of a side above actually since I couldn’t find/click anything worth showcasing, There must be a great deal but nothing currently which I can think of. And sorry for the delay again.
When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees?
If you mean literally, neither. This is what is visible from my living room’s window:
Ya poor me.
Jokes apart, gazing out, I’d see the forest. While the details are important, it’s only when you take a step back you get to see the bigger picture.
A time where everything I hoped would happen, actually did?
Can’t remember. There must be few, or more, but overall when does things go as per anyone wants? There is almost never a script in life. And thinking of these just might make one want to cry, so I’ll stop here.
The Nameless One 