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I was thinking about what I should tell you guys about myself. The most of you who are regular visitors here know me well enough. But for those of you who do not, worry not! Help is on the way!

I thought I’d put up a pic that would represent me! (Let me talk like a professional artist now!) All my moods captured in that one pic, that one pic, capable of winning the pic of the year, that one pic, that would be good enough to bag the cover page of the National Geographic! (Wow! Talking like an artist is easy! I thought drawing shit is the easy part, but talking shit is easy as well!)

So, after a lot of research, I found this one pic, worthy of depicting me. Here it is!

 

In compliance with the blog name : duh!

Here’s what I think is one of the best scenes ever in any movie I’ve seen so far:

Madolyn: What do you expect coming in here?
Billy Costigan: I have to come here.
Madolyn: I know you have to come here, but now that you’re here, what do you want?
Billy Costigan: You want the truth? Valium.
Madolyn: You know if you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted.
Billy Costigan: What does that say about what you do for a living?
Madolyn: I just think we should have a few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions.
Billy Costigan: Look… look, I’m having panic attacks, alright? The other night I thought I was having a fucking heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven’t slept for fucking weeks.
Madolyn: Is that true?
Billy Costigan: Yeah, that’s true. Alright? I said it was fucking true. I want some fucking pills and you’re gonna what? You’re gonna close my file? Is that what you’re going to do?
Madolyn: No, I didn’t close your file. I…
Billy Costigan: [angry] I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only fucking here!
Madolyn: You are! You are!
Billy Costigan: Christ. I mean, a guy comes in here against every, every instinct of privacy and self-reliance he has and what do you do? What do you do, huh? You send him off on the street to score smack, is that what you do? You’re fucking ridiculous!
[Madolyn hands Costigan some Valium]
Billy Costigan: [picking up the pills] Two pills? Great. Why don’t you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my fucking head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit?
Madolyn: You know what? You can leave!
Billy Costigan: What the fuck did I just put myself through? I’m fucking out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think about it fucking hotshot!

Now, you tell me which movie this is from! It couldn’t have been simpler. The peeps who answer correctly earn my respect. (Trust me, that’s difficult to earn!)

 

No Hello, world!

I have a problem with all the programmers on this planet, due to a variety of reasons, but primarily because of their infatuation with “Hello, world!”. Hello, world! For God’s sake, couldn’t they have thought of another line? Any line? Like:

“And once again, the day is saved. Thanks to the Powefpuff girls.”

or

“I know what you did last summer.”

or even

“Melody itni chocolatey kyun hoti hain?”.

 Anyone with a working knowledge of programming in ANY bloody language may answer my question. Hell, even nerdy, self-acclaimed, self-marketed computer scientists (yeah, that’s you Chinmay) may answer my question. Any satisfactory answer will result in the answering party earning a McDonald’s Happy Meal, all expenses paid. So, think up a reason and let me know. I’m all ears.

 

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