When in Rome...

Or in this case, India.

Which is where I am. Got in late last night, and will be here till the 8th. So far, the most productive thing I've done is unpack, but the great thing is that I don't have to do anything more productive than that, because in this glorious country, there are people to do everything for you. I don't care what anyone says, we bloody invented oursourcing. We just didn't have to go too far to get it :)

That's all for now, my day will now consist of showering, and getting all my errands out of the way so that there isn't any work left for the rest of the trip. Of course, when I say errands, I mean a manicure, pedicure, going to the hair stylist and getting new clothes and jewellery made. *sighs* It's a tough job... but you know.

It's 5 AM and I'm cranky.

But I still think this is one of the funniest stories I've ever read. Also, the one that got the most hits all year on BBC News Online.

Sudanese man forced to marry goat.

In fact, I dare anyone reading this to say the word 'goat' out loud and not crack a smile. Go on. Other than Colin. He doesn't count. Goat is just a funny word. Like Osteoporosis. Sounds like Disease of the Oreo Cookie.

*decides to live under a rock*

Worst. Exam. Ever.

And I'm STILL not done. Still have the Trina paper to do, and till tomorrow to do it. Why won't this miserable term end already?

It's going to be loong night, I need more caffiene. The hazlenut soy latte is wearing off.

blargh

*hates M&A with a fiery passion rivalling the heat of a thousand suns. The big kind, not little ones, like ours*

In other news, Steph, Natalia and Megan are awesome hosts.

I'm in your Internetz, watching your blogz

So Senator McCain wants to introduce legislation that will treat blogs like ISPs and hold them responsible for all content, including comments and user profiles. So, if your myspace happens to be somehow linked with anyone with a colored reputation, you're buggered. Fines for violation of the mandates will lead to fines of $300,000 and up for commercial ISP's and I dunno, beheading for private users.

I love Teh Amerikans.

Article here.

"Once you have a taste, it's all you ever want to drink"

This is the way to spend a Tuesday afternoon. S and I decided to play hooky from life in general and indulge in a little shopping. 'Tis the season, after all.

By the by, Milestone's makes a lovely fire grilled salmon, just so you know. I learned that today.
I also learned that the only way to watch the latest James Bond movie is after having a mojito with dinner. Oh yes.

What can I say about the movie. Now, I've seen a few of the previous flicks, I had a crush on Pierce Brosnan from when I used to watch Remington Steele as a kid (Shut Up, I was like, eight years old), so I was always partial to him as the character. However, when I saw the new fellow, Daniel Craig emerge from waters unknown in his teeny speedo, all I could think was "Guh... pretty".

No kidding people, the other Bonds may have been able to carry off a tux and all that, but this man is a walking wet dream. The movie was raw, the action was pulsing, the extent of the cool gadgets he had was a defibrulator and a Sony Ericcson cell phone (Yes, I noticed all the product placement, including Richard Branson) and his abs. The man in this movie is a bit of a thug, all the lovie dovies aside, and I have to say on behalf of the female gender, Me Likey.

Also, best line of the movie (and pay attention, boys): "There are dinner jackets, and there are Dinner Jackets".

And now, onto Le Teeragedy. *sighs*

Dorkgasms

That's Dee's word, so I can't take credit for it, but I love it so.

We had a Phase 2A meeting today - only 2.5 more phases to go! Whee! I think our Faculty chair liked our project this time, so am happy.

Only 2 exams, 2 major papers and a presentation to go.

Now it's off to the land of M&A for the rest of the weekend. Blargh.

PS: For future reference, if you ever give up meat, don't just eat red meat after months of abstinence. No good can come of it.

My eyes!

Okay, I don't care who you are, no teacher should ever wear leather pants and expect to seriously teach a class. EVER.

Checking in

I had promised myself to submit a blog entry every day, but its been a long one and I'm tired as hell. But it is ever so pretty outside, despite the cold so I ask all of you this - when was the last time you went outside to catch snowflakes in your mouth? It's a lot harder than it looks, but ever so much fun on days when it's not windy. So go on, let your inner snow demon come out and play. I tried it yesterday and only managed like 8 in about five minutes. Can you do better?

No more tonight, miles to go before I sleep and all that.

My Saturday night involved naked women. Did yours?

So yesterday, after 6 hours of being cooped up in a breakout room, I had to go to a bachelor party. A friend from Windsor is getting married in India, and I was told we were going bowling and then out to Spring Rolls for a nice dinner. So far, so good.

I skipped the bowling, opting to go shopping with Praks instead, and then we went to eat. Food done, we ended up at C'est What, where coincidentally, a bunch of the September newbies had gathered as well, and we hung out for a bit. Then, as I'm about to get a ride home, my ride and the rest of the boys remember that this is a bachelor party, and therefore a strip club needs to be incorporated. Of course, they won't allow me to ride the subway home alone, so I'm stuck being token girl at this joint, Brass Rail.

Now, not that I've had a lot of experience at these places, but I've never seen such unenthusiastic strippers in my life. I mean, you're opting to take your (admittedly minimal) clothes off to a hundred gawping men, crack a smile, will ya? No one likes a grumpy stripper.

Anyway, so the groom's buddies decide to buy him a lap dance, but since they were all too chicken to approach anyone to ask them, I was left with the illustrious task of picking a lady to titillate him. Oh, what a joy it is to be me. H, if you're reading this, you owe me 4 museum visits now. And I'm gonna collect.

Today, my Orkut homepage thing tells me my fortune, "Your present plans are going to succeed." My plans so far have been to shower, drop a book off at the library and get a coffee at second cup. And do laundry. You see, the trick is to set the bar extremely low.

Assorted droolings

There is a restaurant in Pune (where my illustrious and/or estimable parents live) called Supreme. It serves north Indian food - biryani, kebabs, that sort of thing. Quite possibly the best you'll ever get, you know, away from north India. Well, it may not be the absolute best, but for the purposes of me, let's say it is.

Anyway, so their kebabs are fabulous, and I'm craving them very much right now. I now I'm supposed to be vegetarian, but screw that. I want me some chicken tikka and some sheekh kebab like you wouldn't believe. I'm almost tempted to make a run to the Indian food place on campus just to have the pathetic excuse for tandoori they serve. Then again, I'm not that desperate.

In other news, there's nothing like a class of MGMT 5150 at 8:30 AM to kickstart your weekend. Whoever said TA'ing was a thankless job.... was right. And I am scheduled in for a 4-hour long Mergers&Acquisitions meeting at 3 PM.

Oh Lord, take me now.