Kode

Went home earlier than usual yesterday and settled down to a night of intense geeking. Hacked away at a Perl script fervently for many hours and eventually came up with something beautiful. Or so I thought. I then proceeded to sit in the dark and admire my artwork for a while. Scrolled up and down many times, pausing every now and then to admire a little snippet, "Oooh that looks pretty".

Ever tried reciting Perl code over the phone? You should try it, its mad fun.

I pace up and down my balcony for a good 20 minutes. I stop to stare at the creeper hanging low from the balcony ledge. "This doesn't look good, and it must be killed".

To set some context, the creeper belongs to acting MotherDearest (aka Tingle) and was placed on the balcony against my wishes. I had no say in the placing of this potted eyesore, ABSOLUTELY no say. We are all just pawns in her eternal quest to beautify the neighbourhood.

I have been ashing and blowing smoke on it regularly and it responds by blooming ghastly yellow flowers. I have also not been heeding requests by the acting MotherDearest to water it, and at this rate, I wouldn't give it too long to live. If all else fails, the pot will mysteriously jump off the balcony one of these dark and stormy nights when strange things happen and potted creepers go all crazee.

In my boredom, I poke the sleeping dead.