Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Of Idiots, Idiot-boxes and Idiots-in-boxes

Eeeooow...What's with the flashing ticker on the home page of Blogger? Blogs updated at 8:57 AM ?! random blogs ?! Where/when did all that come from? Is it just me or have I fallen hook, line and sinker to those solitary blimps of respite that us nine-2-niners have in our otherwise mundane life called the "auto-login" option?! C'mon..you gotta admit...Gmail.com - whoosh! You are in, Orkut - Hell! You are already staring at your stuck-up scrap count before you can reach out and two-time 'alt' and 'tab', Naukri.com - *Blink* Your "32198321672 job openings which are of no use to you" stares back right at ya...Aaah, you gotta hand it to these Internet dudes for this force-majeure in our lives....Or else, it would have been your sheepish smiles that could have saved your ass from Mr. Bossman(If you are me, you would know that's NEVER an option!)...

Something worthwhile's on TV for a change...What with all the 'simple lives' of dumber-than-thou blondies (ALL puns intended...But of course) and the 'popcorn'y gossip items, I was beginning to wonder whether the term was the "idiot-box" or the "idiots-in-the-box"...And then, like he had done time and again before, Cosmo Kramer stormed in through the front door and onto our television sets...

Was reminded of one of those quotes of George ( a.k.a the short guy with glasses, looks like Humpty-Dumpty with a melon head - according to Jerry), which has done its turn of forwards and has had its more than fair share of exchanges/discussions...If you have seen it umpteen times before, I am sure you wouldn't choose to grimace when you see it one more time..so here you go...

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus?!?I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you go live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, go collect all your super, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready for High School. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, then you finish off as an orgasm! Amen."

2 comments:

The Tobacconist said...

Oh man! Brilliant. End in an orgasm. Profound!

Reading the Blind Watchmaker are you? I too picked it up from the library about a week back. Loved it so far.

Thoughts?

K. said...

Hell yeah! Profundity - George Costanza!

And about the blind watchmaker...Have to admit was curious about reading it ever since I heard the album inspired by the work..But honestly this got me flipping the pages..

Have the e-book version(*sheepishly smiling*)...

"In crossing a heath, suppose I pitched my foot against a stone, and were asked how the stone came to be there; I might possibly answer, that, for anything I knew to the contrary, it had lain there for ever: nor would it perhaps be very easy to show the absurdity of this answer. But suppose I had found a watch upon the ground, and it should be inquired how the watch happened to be in that place; I should hardly think of the answer which I had before given, that for anything 1 knew, the watch might have always been there.

Paley here appreciates the difference between natural physical objects like stones, and designed and manufactured objects like watches. He goes on to expound the precision with which the cogs and spring's of a watch are fashioned, and the intricacy with which they are put together. If we found an object such as a watch upon a heath, even if we didn't know how it had come into existence, its own precision and intricacy of design would force us to conclude that the watch must have had a maker: that there must have existed, at some time, and at some place or other, an artificer or artificers, who formed it for the purpose which we find it actually to answer, who comprehended its construction, and designed its use."