I am not encouraging cheating but these guys found a way of cheating on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. If you dont want to watch all 8 videos, the answer of how they cheated is written at the end of this post.
Check out Part 1:
and Part 2:
Part 3:
Part 4:
Part 5:
Part 6:
Part 7:
Part 8:
The way they did it was by the contestant reading out the answers listed as if he was thinking out loud. His partners in crime would cough when the right answer was said.
Today this might not work because with Swine Flu and Sheep flu and bird flu floating around and more flues appearing, everyone in the audience would be coughing.
Hee is a synopsis from the BBC about the cheating and the eventual trial.
Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts
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2007-09-21
Television Series Intro (My Favorite)
What happened to TV Series intros? These days the intros are a countdown clock beeping (24), or a bland pop song with someone saying "I will be there for you" (friends) or a funky guitar intro (Seinfeld).
Before, you waited for the TV show just to see the Intro. Some of my favorites are: (in no particular order)
Makes you want to ride in a super secret helicopter and pulverize the bad guys.
The car technology today appears old fashioned, but the intro still is great.
You can almost hear your bionic power sound effects when you do some heavy lifting after watching the 6,000,000 dollar man.
This video will self destruct.
Everyone's favorite intro.
Before, you waited for the TV show just to see the Intro. Some of my favorites are: (in no particular order)
Makes you want to ride in a super secret helicopter and pulverize the bad guys.
The car technology today appears old fashioned, but the intro still is great.
You can almost hear your bionic power sound effects when you do some heavy lifting after watching the 6,000,000 dollar man.
This video will self destruct.
Everyone's favorite intro.
2007-09-06
Visa Application for the United Kingdom
I needed to apply for a UK visa. I hate dealing with any sort of bureaucracy where you need to fill up forms, provide attachments, wait the next day, and then get a response.
Anyway, before I went to the UK Consulate in Kuwait, I checked out their website which told you exactly what you need to do to get a visa, and had a PDF file to download for the form.
The gist of the form is:
- Personal Information
- Are you a terrorist? Or a potential terrorist?
- Do you have money to pay for yourself or are you going to leech the British health and social welfare system?
The British embassy is particularly prompt in giving you a visa on the next day, but I propose a same day process.
My way would start by having you enter the first room at the consulate, it will have 2 rows of seats, each row facing a large television screen. One screen would be showing the BBC, and the other one would be showing Al Jazeera news. If you sit on the Jazeera side, you could be a potential terrorist and asked to leave after 5 minutes. If you watch the BBC, then you are invited to the next room.
In the next room, there would be two counters, one would be offering free tea and coffee from vending machines and the other would be one of those high priced coffee places like Starbucks or Costa, but the British version of it, possibly a Pret a Manger.
If you go for the free coffee, then you cannot afford to live in the UK. You are asked to leave after drinking your coffee. If you order a fancy coffee drink and pay 6 KD for that drink, then you are also given a pass to enter the last room.
Holding your paper Starbucks Latte cup, you are invited in the third and last room, you are asked a few questions in the Queen's English, if you understand what they are saying, then you submit your passport and get your visa promptly.
Quick, efficent and fast.
2007-06-23
Car Wash and Meal
With all the dust storms that we had in last few weeks my car needed a good wash outside and in all the hidden places where dust loves to collect.
I went to Canada Dry Street from the Third Ring Road and took the first right and I drove into Al Roudha car wash and parked my car next to the car wash attendant holding a water blasting hose.
I left the car in his capable hands, and went to sit inside. The waiting place was designed like a Diwaniyah with long chairs, a tea kettle and always on television. As I was about to walk in, I noticed the staircase leading up to an Indian restaurant also part of the car wash. I was feeling hungry so I decided to have something to eat while my car was being restored to its original color.
Right next to the restaurant's entrance was a Menu stuck to on the wall.
It reminded me of French Café's in Paris where the menu is displayed right at the entrance so you can check if they serve what you like, or if the price is agreeable.
I walked in. There was a preparation area for quick sandwich orders.
Right next to it, was the kitchen where the pots of rice dishes where cooking.
I sat down and ordered chicken biryani.
In less than a minute my order was placed in front of me. I especially liked the spicy maraq that came with it and I asked for another serving of maraq. The cook happily obliged.
From the restaurant's window, you could see the car wash below.
I finished my meal, my dishes where quickly whisked away and a glass with one single tea bag placed in front of me. As I was sipping my tea, I was interrupted by the car wash attendant who found me in the restaurant and told me my car was ready to be wiped and I needed to move it to the other side. I invited him to join me for a glass of tea, but he declined. He must have had other cars in line for his expert attention. I finished my tea, went below to the car wash area and watched as my car was patted and buffed until it shone like new. The job was done, the meal was gone. I got in my car and drove out after paying.
Price for car wash - KD 1.500
Price for Biryani - KD0.900
Happy Car / Happy me - priceless.
I went to Canada Dry Street from the Third Ring Road and took the first right and I drove into Al Roudha car wash and parked my car next to the car wash attendant holding a water blasting hose.
I left the car in his capable hands, and went to sit inside. The waiting place was designed like a Diwaniyah with long chairs, a tea kettle and always on television. As I was about to walk in, I noticed the staircase leading up to an Indian restaurant also part of the car wash. I was feeling hungry so I decided to have something to eat while my car was being restored to its original color.
Right next to the restaurant's entrance was a Menu stuck to on the wall.
It reminded me of French Café's in Paris where the menu is displayed right at the entrance so you can check if they serve what you like, or if the price is agreeable.
I walked in. There was a preparation area for quick sandwich orders.
Right next to it, was the kitchen where the pots of rice dishes where cooking.
I sat down and ordered chicken biryani.
In less than a minute my order was placed in front of me. I especially liked the spicy maraq that came with it and I asked for another serving of maraq. The cook happily obliged.
From the restaurant's window, you could see the car wash below.
I finished my meal, my dishes where quickly whisked away and a glass with one single tea bag placed in front of me. As I was sipping my tea, I was interrupted by the car wash attendant who found me in the restaurant and told me my car was ready to be wiped and I needed to move it to the other side. I invited him to join me for a glass of tea, but he declined. He must have had other cars in line for his expert attention. I finished my tea, went below to the car wash area and watched as my car was patted and buffed until it shone like new. The job was done, the meal was gone. I got in my car and drove out after paying.
Price for car wash - KD 1.500
Price for Biryani - KD0.900
Happy Car / Happy me - priceless.
2007-05-20
Television in Bed
I have a television in my bedroom. When I wake up I watch music videos, when I get back from work I watch movies and before I sleep I change channels to a news channel with someone droning monotonously about world problems to help me sleep.
My TV set is around 8 years old and I need to upgrade it. I was thinking of a nice new flat panel that I can hang on the wall, but after seeing this TV setup here, this is exactly the type of TV I want.
My TV set is around 8 years old and I need to upgrade it. I was thinking of a nice new flat panel that I can hang on the wall, but after seeing this TV setup here, this is exactly the type of TV I want.
2007-04-09
Girls versus Boys
Or rather the title should be Girl writing versus Boy writing. By reading the different blogs by boys and girls, I noticed that girls write about their feelings, what happened to them, their thoughts, etc. Boys write about gadgets, weird things, their super powered computers / cars / bikes, etc. As a perfect example of the different styles of writing, read this exercise that an English proffessor at the University of Phoenix gave his students. It is a long read but hilarious:
An English Professor assigned his students to a joint writing exercise that quickly degraded -check it out...
"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.
As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back also sending another copy to me.
The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on, back and forth.
Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:
Rebecca (last name deleted), and Gary (last name deleted).
THE STORY:
(First paragraph by Rebecca)
-----------------------------------------------
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
(Second paragraph by Gary )
--------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an airheaded asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17", he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
( Gary )
---------------------------------------------------------
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mother ship launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks that pushed the unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam , felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
(Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semiliterate adolescent.
( Gary )
---------------------------------------------------------
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F***ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."
Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
A**hole.
( Gary )
---------------------------------------------------------
B****.
(Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
Get screwed.
( Gary )
---------------------------------------------------------
Eat sh**.
(Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
SCREW YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!
( Gary )
----------------------------------------------------------
GO DRINK SOME TEA - *****.
***********************************************
(TEACHER) A+ - I really liked this one. Only group to get an A.
An English Professor assigned his students to a joint writing exercise that quickly degraded -check it out...
"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.
As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back also sending another copy to me.
The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on, back and forth.
Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:
Rebecca (last name deleted), and Gary (last name deleted).
THE STORY:
(First paragraph by Rebecca)
-----------------------------------------------
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
(Second paragraph by Gary )
--------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an airheaded asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17", he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
( Gary )
---------------------------------------------------------
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mother ship launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks that pushed the unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam , felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
(Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semiliterate adolescent.
( Gary )
---------------------------------------------------------
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F***ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."
Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
A**hole.
( Gary )
---------------------------------------------------------
B****.
(Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
Get screwed.
( Gary )
---------------------------------------------------------
Eat sh**.
(Rebecca)
---------------------------------------------------------
SCREW YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!
( Gary )
----------------------------------------------------------
GO DRINK SOME TEA - *****.
***********************************************
(TEACHER) A+ - I really liked this one. Only group to get an A.
2006-12-22
Televison Proposition
I was walking fast in Sooq Sharq yesterday and as I was walking past the water clock in the middle of the Mall I got approached by a strange lady. "Excuse me! Excuse me!", she called out to me. In the past, I would stop and answer thinking those strangers needed help / directions / or knew me from before. Most times, they wanted to sell me some product I don't need, or wanted me to fill up a survey that "only would take 5 minutes" and end up taking something like 45 minutes.
This time, I turned to her still walking fast in the same direction I was going and the little lady was trying to catch up, "Yes?" I asked. "Do you want to be on Television?", she asked back.
Television, why do they want me on Television? I am not famous, so it would not be an interview, I was not wearing anything weird or have one those haystack haircuts that that the kids are sporting these days, so it was not for my looks. Flashbacks of different people on Kuwait Television answering an obscure Arabic literature question and getting it absurdly wrong came to my mind. I was never strong in Arabic Literature or poetry, so did not feel like being publicly embarrassed today. I replied to her, "Sorry, someone is waiting for me, maybe another time", and my fast walk turned into a brisk run as I headed towards the other side of the Mall.
This time, I turned to her still walking fast in the same direction I was going and the little lady was trying to catch up, "Yes?" I asked. "Do you want to be on Television?", she asked back.
Television, why do they want me on Television? I am not famous, so it would not be an interview, I was not wearing anything weird or have one those haystack haircuts that that the kids are sporting these days, so it was not for my looks. Flashbacks of different people on Kuwait Television answering an obscure Arabic literature question and getting it absurdly wrong came to my mind. I was never strong in Arabic Literature or poetry, so did not feel like being publicly embarrassed today. I replied to her, "Sorry, someone is waiting for me, maybe another time", and my fast walk turned into a brisk run as I headed towards the other side of the Mall.
2006-09-29
Scariest Movie Moments
Blockbuster did a survey of the scariest horror movie moments for Halloween, the results where:
I know the ring really scared me; here is the trailer if you did not see it:
In Hannibal, eating out of Ray Liota's brain was just like eating sushi, it did not realy scare me.
One scene not listed in the top ten survey that scared me also was the kid in the Sixth Sense saying, "I see dead people". For the rest, I just admire the special effects and wonder, "How did they do that?", and they don't really grab me.
- The Ring: Samara crawls out of the television
- Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter dines on Ray Liotta's brain
- The Exorcist: Regan's upside-down spider walk down the stairs
- Blair Witch Project: The final chase through the abandoned house
- Alien: The birth of the alien baby out of John Hurt's chest
- The Exorcist: Regan's head spinning around backwards
- A Nightmare on Elm Street: An invisible Freddy Krueger drags his victim across the ceiling
- Poltergeist: Carol Anne announces "They're here!" in front of a static TV
- The Shining: Danny encounters the murdered twins
- Seven: The "Sloth" corpse rises up
I know the ring really scared me; here is the trailer if you did not see it:
In Hannibal, eating out of Ray Liota's brain was just like eating sushi, it did not realy scare me.
One scene not listed in the top ten survey that scared me also was the kid in the Sixth Sense saying, "I see dead people". For the rest, I just admire the special effects and wonder, "How did they do that?", and they don't really grab me.
2006-09-24
After Futoor
After futoor and after devouring twice your weight in food, you want to lay back and just relax, watching television, having tea and just be with the family.
In this post futoor spirit, here is a little clip:
In this post futoor spirit, here is a little clip:
2006-08-25
Writing Fiction - Part III
Writing Fiction - Part I is here.
Writing Fiction - Part II is here.
What structure must you follow in writing your fiction? There are no hard and fast rules, a lot of talented authors just sit down in with their feather quill, biro pen or word processor and produce masterpieces. A lot of successful stories follow a standard structure. Carolyn Wheat defines it as the Four-Arc System for Organizing your Novel.
Basically, the structure starts off with a Ten Minute Hook, which is an opening scene that is similar to a very short story and gets the reader's attention. It is like a quick look in the book's world and sets the tone for what is coming. I noticed this is also done in movies. It could be a scene from the past or a different location and makes you wonder what this has to do with the overall story, it becomes clearer as the story unfolds and reaches its climax.
The book is divided into four parts or Arcs with each Arc having a specific purpose.
The First Arc sets up the problem, the event that gets the story started. The book characters are introduced here. The characters' needs, quirks and conflicts are also established. The subplot is started. No flashbacks are allowed in the first Arc, the reader is only told what he must know. You end the First Arc one with a crisis, a scene that changes everything and sends the main character pursuing a new goal.
The Second Arc. Flashbacks are allowed here but only to emphasize the present. The main character takes one step forward and two steps back towards his goal. Each gain leads to a bigger loss. The subplot deepens. Character conflicts start and grow. A deadline is set where all would be lost if not reached on time.
Arc Two ends with feelings of desperation and helplessness. The character changes his approach from reactive to proactive, from emotionally detached to passionately involved. The character can only move forward with full force.
The Third Arc has a quicker pace. Sentences are shorter and action packed. The story moves into overdrive. Events come together; subplots are resolved in the end. The character's need to reach his goals increases greatly with every step forward. The deadline gets closer and closer. The character is challenged and learns and grows from his experience for the ultimate confrontation.
The Third Arc ends with a crisis, either the lowest point possible or a life and death confrontation to solve the problem.
The Fourth Arc is the grand finale, the confrontation between good and evil and only one will remain standing. Subplots are resolved and support the main plot. The character undergoes internal and external transformation. Something he might not have done at the beginning of the story, he would do now after learning from his experiences and becoming a better person inside and outside. Introduce an ending situation that brings the story to a full circle with the beginning if possible.
Looking back at the Arc structure described here, I can recognize a lot of excellent books and Television episodes that follow that same pattern. I especailly like the part where when Evil has been vanquished, the last scene shows that Evil still exists, weakened, defeated but starting again in a full circle just like the start of the plot.
Writing Fiction - Part II is here.
What structure must you follow in writing your fiction? There are no hard and fast rules, a lot of talented authors just sit down in with their feather quill, biro pen or word processor and produce masterpieces. A lot of successful stories follow a standard structure. Carolyn Wheat defines it as the Four-Arc System for Organizing your Novel.
Basically, the structure starts off with a Ten Minute Hook, which is an opening scene that is similar to a very short story and gets the reader's attention. It is like a quick look in the book's world and sets the tone for what is coming. I noticed this is also done in movies. It could be a scene from the past or a different location and makes you wonder what this has to do with the overall story, it becomes clearer as the story unfolds and reaches its climax.
The book is divided into four parts or Arcs with each Arc having a specific purpose.
The First Arc sets up the problem, the event that gets the story started. The book characters are introduced here. The characters' needs, quirks and conflicts are also established. The subplot is started. No flashbacks are allowed in the first Arc, the reader is only told what he must know. You end the First Arc one with a crisis, a scene that changes everything and sends the main character pursuing a new goal.
The Second Arc. Flashbacks are allowed here but only to emphasize the present. The main character takes one step forward and two steps back towards his goal. Each gain leads to a bigger loss. The subplot deepens. Character conflicts start and grow. A deadline is set where all would be lost if not reached on time.
Arc Two ends with feelings of desperation and helplessness. The character changes his approach from reactive to proactive, from emotionally detached to passionately involved. The character can only move forward with full force.
The Third Arc has a quicker pace. Sentences are shorter and action packed. The story moves into overdrive. Events come together; subplots are resolved in the end. The character's need to reach his goals increases greatly with every step forward. The deadline gets closer and closer. The character is challenged and learns and grows from his experience for the ultimate confrontation.
The Third Arc ends with a crisis, either the lowest point possible or a life and death confrontation to solve the problem.
The Fourth Arc is the grand finale, the confrontation between good and evil and only one will remain standing. Subplots are resolved and support the main plot. The character undergoes internal and external transformation. Something he might not have done at the beginning of the story, he would do now after learning from his experiences and becoming a better person inside and outside. Introduce an ending situation that brings the story to a full circle with the beginning if possible.
Looking back at the Arc structure described here, I can recognize a lot of excellent books and Television episodes that follow that same pattern. I especailly like the part where when Evil has been vanquished, the last scene shows that Evil still exists, weakened, defeated but starting again in a full circle just like the start of the plot.
2006-08-24
Doctors on TV
Doctors on TV are extremely professional. I love watching these hospital shows on TV like ER, especially when someone goes to surgery. The level of professionalism is amazing. Those surgeon doctors hold the life of their patient in their hands as they fix the patient's open insides. The cleanliness in the operating room is also incredible, to avoid infecting the patient, surgical robes and instruments are used once and then thrown away. The room is irradiated and gassed prior to surgery to ensure that any evil microorganism is destroyed and will not affect the patient under the knife.
Too bad this is Television; the real world is slightly different.
Too bad this is Television; the real world is slightly different.
2006-07-28
In Search of the Music
A long long time ago (ok, it was 1980) , I saw the movie, "Death of a Princess". That movie created a big stir in Saudi Arabia and different Muslim countries. I will not go into a socio-religio-politico-moralistic discussion about it, because that is not the point of this post. The movie was very bland and a pseudo docu-drama television movie. It was banned in all the Muslim countries. This made it a must see movie, and all the interested households in Kuwait managed to get a copy of it to see what all the fuss was about. The copy of the movie I got was a very bad reproduction on a VHS video tape. There was no Internet to download the movie at that time.
What grabbed me in that banned movie was the background Music. The soundtrack was mysterious, it was haunting, it had a sadness to it, the sound captivated and entranced me. I still remember it. I would have loved to have that music and listen to it again and again, it was that beautiful.
Back to the present day, I was scanning the different Kuwaiti blogs on Safat and found Error's post about Death of a Princess. He had a link to the imdb entry to Death of a Princess.
I read his post, and remembered that magical music. I felt like Robert Langdon looking for the Holy Grail, I became Hercule Poirot using his grey cells to catch the murderer. Error's post started my search, no, my quest to find that mysterious music that moved me.
I went to the imdb page about the movie, clicked to see the Full Credits for the movie and there was my first clue, the music was a Vangelis composition. I now had two clues, the Movie's title, and the composer. I googled vangelis death of a princess. I found as the third entry an Amazon link mentioning the theme song for Death of a Princess. I was hot on the trail. I went to Amazon and the first comment there said:
On this album, "Alpha" is the main theme song for the docu-drama "Death of a Princess" about a Saudi Royal Princess and this song was also part of Carl Sagan's Cosmos television series. This song alone is worth the purchase of the album..
I needed to establish and confirm that Music's identity. Amazon allows you to play samples of the album you are interested in, I clicked on Alpha, the music's title, and the music surged out of my computer's speakers. At that moment, listening to the brief sample, I understood Victor Hugo when he said "Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent."
Armed with the composer's name and the piece's title, Alpha by Vangelis, I searched all over the net for the full music. A brief sample could not satisfy me. I used all my search skills, looking in different blogs, web pages, ftp sites until I found my Holy Grail.
I will not list out all the false trails I followed. I eventually found that music.
I present to you Alpha by Vangelis.
Click here to get 'Alpha---Vangelis'
2006-07-27
My Favorite Place in the Whole World
Mia wrote about what she loved about New York, her home city. Don, the Kuwaiti Chopper Dude wrote nostalgically about his time in the States. Those two posts got me thinking and inspired me to think where my favorite place is. I lived in different countries, had extended vacations in others. My most favorite place would be Kuwait for a lot of different reasons.
Kuwait is the hottest inhabited place in the world. I like the Kuwait Summer heat. I like how we build our houses, shopping malls and offices to stand such heat. You hear about the heat wave happening in Europe and other parts of the world where people are suffering because of 30 C and above temperature. Over here in Kuwait temperatures easily and regularly reach 60 C and everyone goes about their daily business. All the houses and buildings have thick concrete walls, insulating windows with optional shutters, and heavy duty over-engineered air conditioning units cooling the house to North Pole levels. Car shades and underground parking are very common. We in Kuwait are equipped and ready for the hot future. Kuwait is ready for global warming.
If you are a car aficionado, you hear about new exotic cars where only 500 have been built and no more. You memorize the specifications; admire the sleek lines showing the cars in glossy magazines or web pages. All you need to do is drive down the Gulf Road and you will find two of these exclusive cars driving right next to you. You might even know the driver or even be the driver of these flash cars.
In other countries, not everyone has a mobile. Most of the connected populace own basic functional mobiles that make calls, receive calls and do not care for the new features such as Bluetooth, color display and high resolution camera available in higher end models. A lot of Gadget web sites swoon over the latest mobile designs that are expected for release in the States during the next six month. Kuwait is Mobile heaven. Walk into any mobile store in Kuwait and find the latest mobiles displayed in six different colors. Everyone proudly carries the latest mobile that can take pictures, make video calls, hold your music collection and play different arcade games. Mobiles owners in Kuwait change their mobiles as soon as new models come out and Mobile shops happily oblige you by taking your old mobile and a little cash and handing you the latest model.
In Kuwait, you can live in your car without the need to step out of it. Need sustenance like falafel sandwiches, chicken Shawarma or hamburgers, just park your car in front of the restaurant and honk your horn once. Within seconds a waiter would be standing at your car door taking your order. Got a chocolate craving, park near a baqala, honk the horn and the shopkeeper will happily deliver to you your Twix bar or Kinder egg.
If you do not feel like driving, just pick up the phone; order almost anything from Sushi dinner to an exercise bike. A few minutes later, someone will be ringing your doorbell with the ordered goods. A lot of these services are even 24 hours. So if you feel like having your favorite Hamburger meal like Hardees at 3AM, just call, you don't even need to remember what your favorite meal is, the Hardees operator already knows what you like and will send it over in twenty minutes.
Do you like extreme sports like making your car do things it was not designed to do like driving sideways or pirouettes, or do you like being a spectator? Well, ask around and someone will guide you to a deserted parking lot where the local daredevils gather to show off their driving skills after midnight.
Ramadan is my favorite time of the year especially in Kuwait. All of a sudden, the country transforms for one lunar month from living in the daylight to starting your day after sunset. Shops, malls and restaurants are all open till just before dawn. Houses are open to greet different guests. Working hours are shortened; television bombards you with new serials and comedies. Family visits increase, people get together with relatives and friends. Ramadan is a spiritual month where you remember your creator and pray till dawn and contemplate your life and your future.
The blog community in Kuwait is amazing. You have monthly get togethers (I always wanted to go but every time I plan to some urgent matter happens, but I hope to soon). There is a sense of virtual camaraderie. You build mental pictures of different bloggers and you might even understand those bloggers better than their actual best friends. There is also an unwritten etiquette that is followed that I rarely find in other blogs. Kuwaiti bloggers take the time to answer comments that people put on their blogs even if the comment count goes into double digits. The discussions and posts vary from the trivial, the humorous, to deep and life affecting. All the Kuwaiti blogs are aggregated and collected in Safat, my favorite virtual diwaniyah where we can all happily diwaniyate.(credits go to D&G for this word)
The driving here is wonderful. Where else in the world can you overtake cars from the right, pass through red lights, dive into roundabouts and see if your car can reach the speed of light and survive to tell the tale. I know I might complain about bad driving but thank God for inefficient and relaxed traffic police, if the police where slightly more active we would all be in debt paying off our accumulated tickets. If you do get a ticket, you can easily talk the nice police officer out of giving you the ticket.
Food, glorious food. Food is something you will never run out of here in Kuwait. People are trying to feed you in any which way possible. At work people bring food over and invite everyone. Your neighbors at home send food to your doorstep. Your immediate family, sends you more food. Weddings serve generous buffets. At any conference, seminars or get together, food is mandatory. The food is not little pieces of dry biscuits and instant coffee. The food served ranges from lovingly prepared home meals to sumptuous 5 Star hotel buffets. All are invited, no one is turned back.
Kuwait is small, meaning you can get from one place to another in less than thirty minutes with low traffic. With a lot of cars crowding the roads, you can easily take a few shortcuts and drive on the emergency lane or pavement, reaching your destination in less than forty minutes tops. Our friendly police officers will not give you a ticket because if you are in a uryy, you must have a really good excuse and the police are very understanding. The only damage might be your car suspension.
Kuwait is a country with a big coastline. The Arabian Gulf sea is one of the most beautiful sights. You might not have the millions needed to own beach property but you know someone that does. You can enjoy having a barbecue at the beach at your rich friends / relative / brother / sister, etc. house. Koot Mall has a wonderful starbucks with a glass wall facing the sea.
Kuwait is the land of Rumors, where rumors quickly become the truth, they are the news. Hearing rumors you can make a killing on the stock market which is rumor driven, or get complete information about someone. Your rumor channels include your mobile, SMS and diwaniyas.
So, Kuwait is my favorite place, where is yours?
Kuwait is the hottest inhabited place in the world. I like the Kuwait Summer heat. I like how we build our houses, shopping malls and offices to stand such heat. You hear about the heat wave happening in Europe and other parts of the world where people are suffering because of 30 C and above temperature. Over here in Kuwait temperatures easily and regularly reach 60 C and everyone goes about their daily business. All the houses and buildings have thick concrete walls, insulating windows with optional shutters, and heavy duty over-engineered air conditioning units cooling the house to North Pole levels. Car shades and underground parking are very common. We in Kuwait are equipped and ready for the hot future. Kuwait is ready for global warming.
If you are a car aficionado, you hear about new exotic cars where only 500 have been built and no more. You memorize the specifications; admire the sleek lines showing the cars in glossy magazines or web pages. All you need to do is drive down the Gulf Road and you will find two of these exclusive cars driving right next to you. You might even know the driver or even be the driver of these flash cars.
In other countries, not everyone has a mobile. Most of the connected populace own basic functional mobiles that make calls, receive calls and do not care for the new features such as Bluetooth, color display and high resolution camera available in higher end models. A lot of Gadget web sites swoon over the latest mobile designs that are expected for release in the States during the next six month. Kuwait is Mobile heaven. Walk into any mobile store in Kuwait and find the latest mobiles displayed in six different colors. Everyone proudly carries the latest mobile that can take pictures, make video calls, hold your music collection and play different arcade games. Mobiles owners in Kuwait change their mobiles as soon as new models come out and Mobile shops happily oblige you by taking your old mobile and a little cash and handing you the latest model.
In Kuwait, you can live in your car without the need to step out of it. Need sustenance like falafel sandwiches, chicken Shawarma or hamburgers, just park your car in front of the restaurant and honk your horn once. Within seconds a waiter would be standing at your car door taking your order. Got a chocolate craving, park near a baqala, honk the horn and the shopkeeper will happily deliver to you your Twix bar or Kinder egg.
If you do not feel like driving, just pick up the phone; order almost anything from Sushi dinner to an exercise bike. A few minutes later, someone will be ringing your doorbell with the ordered goods. A lot of these services are even 24 hours. So if you feel like having your favorite Hamburger meal like Hardees at 3AM, just call, you don't even need to remember what your favorite meal is, the Hardees operator already knows what you like and will send it over in twenty minutes.
Do you like extreme sports like making your car do things it was not designed to do like driving sideways or pirouettes, or do you like being a spectator? Well, ask around and someone will guide you to a deserted parking lot where the local daredevils gather to show off their driving skills after midnight.
Ramadan is my favorite time of the year especially in Kuwait. All of a sudden, the country transforms for one lunar month from living in the daylight to starting your day after sunset. Shops, malls and restaurants are all open till just before dawn. Houses are open to greet different guests. Working hours are shortened; television bombards you with new serials and comedies. Family visits increase, people get together with relatives and friends. Ramadan is a spiritual month where you remember your creator and pray till dawn and contemplate your life and your future.
The blog community in Kuwait is amazing. You have monthly get togethers (I always wanted to go but every time I plan to some urgent matter happens, but I hope to soon). There is a sense of virtual camaraderie. You build mental pictures of different bloggers and you might even understand those bloggers better than their actual best friends. There is also an unwritten etiquette that is followed that I rarely find in other blogs. Kuwaiti bloggers take the time to answer comments that people put on their blogs even if the comment count goes into double digits. The discussions and posts vary from the trivial, the humorous, to deep and life affecting. All the Kuwaiti blogs are aggregated and collected in Safat, my favorite virtual diwaniyah where we can all happily diwaniyate.(credits go to D&G for this word)
The driving here is wonderful. Where else in the world can you overtake cars from the right, pass through red lights, dive into roundabouts and see if your car can reach the speed of light and survive to tell the tale. I know I might complain about bad driving but thank God for inefficient and relaxed traffic police, if the police where slightly more active we would all be in debt paying off our accumulated tickets. If you do get a ticket, you can easily talk the nice police officer out of giving you the ticket.
Food, glorious food. Food is something you will never run out of here in Kuwait. People are trying to feed you in any which way possible. At work people bring food over and invite everyone. Your neighbors at home send food to your doorstep. Your immediate family, sends you more food. Weddings serve generous buffets. At any conference, seminars or get together, food is mandatory. The food is not little pieces of dry biscuits and instant coffee. The food served ranges from lovingly prepared home meals to sumptuous 5 Star hotel buffets. All are invited, no one is turned back.
Kuwait is small, meaning you can get from one place to another in less than thirty minutes with low traffic. With a lot of cars crowding the roads, you can easily take a few shortcuts and drive on the emergency lane or pavement, reaching your destination in less than forty minutes tops. Our friendly police officers will not give you a ticket because if you are in a uryy, you must have a really good excuse and the police are very understanding. The only damage might be your car suspension.
Kuwait is a country with a big coastline. The Arabian Gulf sea is one of the most beautiful sights. You might not have the millions needed to own beach property but you know someone that does. You can enjoy having a barbecue at the beach at your rich friends / relative / brother / sister, etc. house. Koot Mall has a wonderful starbucks with a glass wall facing the sea.
Kuwait is the land of Rumors, where rumors quickly become the truth, they are the news. Hearing rumors you can make a killing on the stock market which is rumor driven, or get complete information about someone. Your rumor channels include your mobile, SMS and diwaniyas.
So, Kuwait is my favorite place, where is yours?
2006-05-24
Actor's Brother says "Climate change is the major challenge facing the world"
Richard Attenborough is famous for playing Ghandi and Chaplin among other movies. Everyone recognizes those two characters, Ghandi being the pacifist who managed to liberate India from the British and Chaplin the comedic tramp character that became popular during the movie industry's infancy.
Richard Attenborough has a younger brother called David who says that Climate change is the major challenge facing the world. Richard Attenborough did produce some nature programs for television and acted in a few minor unknown films.
I have two comments first about global warming and the second about minor actors stating major scientific conclusions.
Global warming, whether true or not is good for me as a Kuwaiti and Kuwait. Kuwait's intense summers have cooled down and are now bearable and our previous extremely short Winter and Autumn period are now much longer. Kuwait is getting rain showers as late as May which would have never happened 20 years ago and the dust storms are less intense. I can see more greenery in Kuwait when it was previously all sand and rocks. Our customer nations that buy our oil are experiencing severe winters and hotter summers, therefore increasing their demand for oil which helps us sell more oil and raises the price of oil because of increased demand.
If Global Warming is true, then we need more of it.
Now why do we listen to actors when they spout scientific truths, they do not have the knowledge, the research discipline or the complete facts. They make statements and we just digest them.
Anyway, have an excellent weekend.
Richard Attenborough has a younger brother called David who says that Climate change is the major challenge facing the world. Richard Attenborough did produce some nature programs for television and acted in a few minor unknown films.
I have two comments first about global warming and the second about minor actors stating major scientific conclusions.
Global warming, whether true or not is good for me as a Kuwaiti and Kuwait. Kuwait's intense summers have cooled down and are now bearable and our previous extremely short Winter and Autumn period are now much longer. Kuwait is getting rain showers as late as May which would have never happened 20 years ago and the dust storms are less intense. I can see more greenery in Kuwait when it was previously all sand and rocks. Our customer nations that buy our oil are experiencing severe winters and hotter summers, therefore increasing their demand for oil which helps us sell more oil and raises the price of oil because of increased demand.
If Global Warming is true, then we need more of it.
Now why do we listen to actors when they spout scientific truths, they do not have the knowledge, the research discipline or the complete facts. They make statements and we just digest them.
Anyway, have an excellent weekend.
2006-02-26
A Tale of two Cities - Dammam, Saudi Arabia and Manama, Bahrain
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity . . . it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair . . . in short, the period was so far like the present period . . . .
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
It was a sunny Tuesday morning, the blue sky had cotton candy clouds and a cool breeze was blowing. The date was 15 January, 1991. Kuwait was under occupation by the Iraqi army. The Americans where mobilizing for the start of the ground war. The air war had already commenced and the latest technology in air warfare was pitted against the WWII equipped Iraqi army. CNN was broadcasting all over the Gulf Countries and people where glued to their televisions watching as events unfolded.
I was in Dammam, Saudi Arabia. I needed to go to Manama, Bahrain urgently, my current place of residence.
I had a large heavy Delsey suitcase with all my clothes and miscellaneous items in it. Airplane flights where sporadic, civilian planes where allowed or barred from flying at the whim of the US Central Command based in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia managing and commanding Desert Storm, the name of the exercise to liberate Kuwait. Today, civilian planes where not allowed to fly.
My only option was to cross the King Fahad causeway, linking Bahrain to Eastern Saudi Arabia. I flagged down a Taxi, and told him, "take me to Manama, Bahrain". He gave me a strange look and told me it was impossible, "Why?", I asked, he replied, "Taxis are not allowed through". "Hmm, ok, drop me at the causeway passport booth, I will walk to Bahrain". He gave me a look, probably thinking, "crazy Kuwaiti" but drove me to the passport booth. The causeway was around 10 to 15 kilometers long. I walked greater distances before. I could probably walk it dragging my heavy suitcase.
I unloaded my suitcase, my Kuwait passport ready in my dishdasha front pocket, and presented my passport to the passport official, he took it and asked for my car registration. "I don't have a car, I am going to walk my way", I answered like it was a normal sane option. "Sorry, I cannot process this", he answered and threw my passport back at me. "Ok, if I have a car, would you let me through?", "yes", he answered tersely and looked away. I walked to the other side of the booth and waited for someone to drive by and give me a ride. The passport officer, shouted from his booth, "You can't stand here, go away". Never to piss off an official, I dragged my suitcase and went down the road, where I was no so visible to him. I saw a Kuwaiti car approaching. I could tell it was a Kuwaiti car because the license plates where removed, it was sand colored because of the dust and desert dirt that stuck to it. The passengers where a family of six, the mother and father sitting in the front, 3 kids in the back and their Indian maid trying to control the boisterous kids. They looked like they have just come out of Kuwait.
I waved at them with my passport, hoping they might stop and help a compatriot in trouble, no luck, they pretended not to see me and sped in front of me. I cannot blame them, they probably escaped from Kuwait taking the desert route, avoiding the formal borders manned by the Iraqis, risking car breakdown in the middle of the desert, land mines or other unknown dangers.
Other cars passed in front of me, no one stopped. The sun was becoming hotter and it was getting near noon. I was wearing a white cotton summer dishdasha with white ghitra and iqal, I lowered my ghitra as the sun became more intense. I saw an olive green Saab coupe approaching with a single driver. It had Bahraini license plates, with 3 digits, possibly meaning that driver was a member of the Bahrain Royal family or a powerful Bahraini business man. I waved him down, and ... to my surprise ... he stopped. He rolled down the automatic passenger window, "Where do you want to go?", "just to Manama" I answered. "Ok, get in". The automatic trunk opened and I threw my suitcase in and got in the Saab. The driver was wearing an impeccable starched dishdasha and ghutra. He had gold bazmas (cufflinks) at the end of his sleeves, and a solid gold rolex watch, with a diamond border. I sunk in the beige leather contour seat. The radio was off but the air conditioning was turned on to the max. It felt good after standing in the sun for over an hour.
It was a quiet ride, no small talk, no talk about politics,no probing questions on what I was doing hitch hiking to Manama from Saudi Arabia I just sat and looked at the blue Gulf out of my window.
we presented our passports to the Saudi officials, they let us through.
Fifteen minutes later, we where on the Bahraini side of the causeway, again our passports where presented, and we quickly passed through. A convoy of gigantic US army trucks coming from Saudi Arabia passed us driving full speed, as if there was no border. All military vehicles at the time where allowed free access all over the Kuwait theater of Operations (KTO), meaning all the Arabian peninsula, without any interference from the civilian authorities.
We drove on into Manama and he dropped me in front of my apartment building, I thanked him profusely and he nodded acknowledging my thanks.
I was back in Manama at my temporary home.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
It was a sunny Tuesday morning, the blue sky had cotton candy clouds and a cool breeze was blowing. The date was 15 January, 1991. Kuwait was under occupation by the Iraqi army. The Americans where mobilizing for the start of the ground war. The air war had already commenced and the latest technology in air warfare was pitted against the WWII equipped Iraqi army. CNN was broadcasting all over the Gulf Countries and people where glued to their televisions watching as events unfolded.
I was in Dammam, Saudi Arabia. I needed to go to Manama, Bahrain urgently, my current place of residence.
I had a large heavy Delsey suitcase with all my clothes and miscellaneous items in it. Airplane flights where sporadic, civilian planes where allowed or barred from flying at the whim of the US Central Command based in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia managing and commanding Desert Storm, the name of the exercise to liberate Kuwait. Today, civilian planes where not allowed to fly.
My only option was to cross the King Fahad causeway, linking Bahrain to Eastern Saudi Arabia. I flagged down a Taxi, and told him, "take me to Manama, Bahrain". He gave me a strange look and told me it was impossible, "Why?", I asked, he replied, "Taxis are not allowed through". "Hmm, ok, drop me at the causeway passport booth, I will walk to Bahrain". He gave me a look, probably thinking, "crazy Kuwaiti" but drove me to the passport booth. The causeway was around 10 to 15 kilometers long. I walked greater distances before. I could probably walk it dragging my heavy suitcase.
I unloaded my suitcase, my Kuwait passport ready in my dishdasha front pocket, and presented my passport to the passport official, he took it and asked for my car registration. "I don't have a car, I am going to walk my way", I answered like it was a normal sane option. "Sorry, I cannot process this", he answered and threw my passport back at me. "Ok, if I have a car, would you let me through?", "yes", he answered tersely and looked away. I walked to the other side of the booth and waited for someone to drive by and give me a ride. The passport officer, shouted from his booth, "You can't stand here, go away". Never to piss off an official, I dragged my suitcase and went down the road, where I was no so visible to him. I saw a Kuwaiti car approaching. I could tell it was a Kuwaiti car because the license plates where removed, it was sand colored because of the dust and desert dirt that stuck to it. The passengers where a family of six, the mother and father sitting in the front, 3 kids in the back and their Indian maid trying to control the boisterous kids. They looked like they have just come out of Kuwait.
I waved at them with my passport, hoping they might stop and help a compatriot in trouble, no luck, they pretended not to see me and sped in front of me. I cannot blame them, they probably escaped from Kuwait taking the desert route, avoiding the formal borders manned by the Iraqis, risking car breakdown in the middle of the desert, land mines or other unknown dangers.
Other cars passed in front of me, no one stopped. The sun was becoming hotter and it was getting near noon. I was wearing a white cotton summer dishdasha with white ghitra and iqal, I lowered my ghitra as the sun became more intense. I saw an olive green Saab coupe approaching with a single driver. It had Bahraini license plates, with 3 digits, possibly meaning that driver was a member of the Bahrain Royal family or a powerful Bahraini business man. I waved him down, and ... to my surprise ... he stopped. He rolled down the automatic passenger window, "Where do you want to go?", "just to Manama" I answered. "Ok, get in". The automatic trunk opened and I threw my suitcase in and got in the Saab. The driver was wearing an impeccable starched dishdasha and ghutra. He had gold bazmas (cufflinks) at the end of his sleeves, and a solid gold rolex watch, with a diamond border. I sunk in the beige leather contour seat. The radio was off but the air conditioning was turned on to the max. It felt good after standing in the sun for over an hour.
It was a quiet ride, no small talk, no talk about politics,no probing questions on what I was doing hitch hiking to Manama from Saudi Arabia I just sat and looked at the blue Gulf out of my window.
we presented our passports to the Saudi officials, they let us through.
Fifteen minutes later, we where on the Bahraini side of the causeway, again our passports where presented, and we quickly passed through. A convoy of gigantic US army trucks coming from Saudi Arabia passed us driving full speed, as if there was no border. All military vehicles at the time where allowed free access all over the Kuwait theater of Operations (KTO), meaning all the Arabian peninsula, without any interference from the civilian authorities.
We drove on into Manama and he dropped me in front of my apartment building, I thanked him profusely and he nodded acknowledging my thanks.
I was back in Manama at my temporary home.
2005-11-08
You know you're living in 2005 when....
I found this list from the The Humble Doodaman blog
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in ages.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before eating breakfast.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no # 9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn 't # 9 on this list.
All true for me.
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in ages.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before eating breakfast.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no # 9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn 't # 9 on this list.
All true for me.
2005-08-07
We interupt this blog to give you the latest weather report
Today's weather report in Kuwait is:
Dusty with more and more dust, visibility is little to none, stay indoors, watch television, surf the net, and cruise the malls, do not try walking outside,
Dusty with more and more dust, visibility is little to none, stay indoors, watch television, surf the net, and cruise the malls, do not try walking outside,
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