Insanity IP, 500mg.

When you type 'help I'm' on Tumblr, the suggested tags include 'help I'm in love', 'help I'm bored', 'help I'm alive' and 'help I'm dying'.
What I'd actually begun to type was 'HELP I'M INVENTING FICTIONAL ROLLS-ROYCES'. You're welcome.

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NCND, abbr., 'neither confirm nor deny'. (See also DKDC: 'don't know, don't care'.)

Made this. Am gleeful. Glee will probably fade in a day or so.

Apropos of nothing, I seem to have begun to write an Avengers fic. What am I doing.
In my defence, there's no other fandom in which you can turn a character's cars into people and get away with it (though admittedly this is because there are no cars in Star Trek). I'm blaming this one on you for having so many cars, Stark.

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Sexism in astrology, if you please.

A friend and I decided to amuse ourselves this afternoon by reading each other's Linda Goodman's Sun Signs chapters out loud.
Linda Goodman on how to keep a Leo man: 'submerge yourself'. Linda Goodman on how to keep a Leo woman: 'don't let her smother you'.
What. The actual. Fuck.

Look, horoscopes and other bullshit interest me not at all. Star signs, though, I will admit to there being something behind. ...Then again, certainly not in the way Ms Goodman says there is. Apply her reasoning to a Leo/Leo relationship and you have the woman submerging herself for the man who will not let her 'smother' him. If any woman tried to 'submerge herself' for my protagonist he'd probably either throw a fit and shake her up a little or simply silently freak and withdraw. (Ms Goodman also doesn't consider alternate-sexuality relationships, of course, but considering the publication dates that's pretty much a given.)
Her description of a Leo man fit me a lot better than the one of a Leo woman, incidentally, so basically this was one lady who talked through her dainty little sexist hat.

In happier news, I bought myself volumes one and two of Fundamentals of Flight: basic aerodynamics and aircraft structure. They are to be my recreational reading for the next couple of months.
When Cain is not Kirk, she's Scotty. Shut up.

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Not Much Use Being The Early Bird If The Worm Is A Tubelight.

So I was going to post all the configurator screencaps I had because I have stupid repetitive graphs to plot and don't want to, and then I realized I'd forgotten one shot and went back to the Aston Martin site...and then I saw that in the Virage configurator they'd moved that damned ugly circular angle-control thing discreetly to one side.
Possibly they have plans to do that for the rest as well.
So I'll have to make time to screencap all of them again.
Also now the Vanquish has turned up and damnit.
Damnit. 

PS. You still can't configure a One-77, even though they've all been sold. Aston, you stolid matter-of-fact stick-in-the-mud petrol-fuelled Brits, you.

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This Is Not My Cup Of Lassi.

Bol Bacchan was ridiculously fantastic (see also: fantastically ridiculous). If half the thought that went into this film were put into relatively serious movies...we'd have better serious movies (in other words, not utter bilge like Teri Meri Kahaani.) Not only was the movie hilarious (though it had its crass moments - got to please the galleries, I guess, but they can be survived by pretending they don't exist), it also had a clear message about religious tolerance, and even a sneaky little one about gender equality.

Also it displayed a delightfully surprising awareness of how the inherent anthropomorphism of vehicles can be used to further a visual goal. It's like the rule of three: you can use cars to enhance the comedy of a comedic situation or the drama of a dramatic one, or anything in between. This used the former: Ajay Devgn's cars (Scorpio?, Elantra, some kind of Toyota SUV which wasn't an Innova or Fortuner) all had exactly the same expression he did. And the backup Scorpios all looked exactly like stoic all-brawn-and-no-brain flunkeys should. It was hilarious. I get the impression it's Mr Devgn himself who gets the car thing (Lambo racing at Buddh International what?), but I've never seen such frankly brilliant understanding of their body language onscreen before. Respect, good sir.

Incidentally, discussion of Indian comedy films in general is the only context in which it's possible to say 'Well, I prefer grammar to sex.'

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I Like To Torture Myself With Logic.

Dear, dear Delhi University, I'm fond of you and all (on occasion) and I do understand your intention when it came to implementing the semester system was to try and make Indian higher education more similar to that offered abroad, but you overlooked a rather important thing in connection with all that jazz: electives. There are, for instance, two compulsory physics courses for us chem honours students; the first pertains to optics and vector calculus and a fraction of mechanics, while the second is more electronics-focused. The general idea, no doubt, is to help one diversify intellectually - an admirable intention, certainly, but how about actually allowing one to diversify? I'll give you the fact that particle interactions are relevant to chemistry, but that's about it. I'll also give you the fact that our maths courses are kind of relevant, so there's that. On the other hand, there's English: Technical Writing. There's also bio. Cell theory and that whole jingbang. Whatever happened to biomolecules?

What I'm saying is, continuing from the physics angle, supposing you offered a choice of two or three courses, all of which included particle interactions but were otherwise different? I, for instance, would freakin' love more mechanics: kinematics, dynamics, hydraulics, engines; traction, torque and thrust. I'm sure there are people who would freak out on more electronics - or more optics. Or more nuclear stuff and radioactivity. Just sayin'.

As for me, engines. Give me engines.

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Oye, Cineraria, How Was Your Paper?

Semester exams are done with. I am now going to play Mario.

I am also going to get down to the various writing tasks I have. These include original fiction of several subcategories (remind me to read up on gunshot wounds and stuff), fanfiction of one category, innumerable blog posts and at least three Cain Express posts. Oh, and random poetry. Because I have to bash my head in even for random poetry.

Note to self: must experiment with David. Exposure settings, custom colours, whatnot. Tripod, possibly. He is an able camera, and I must be able to do him justice. I have things I need to photograph.

I also have a lot of reading to do, but currently writing takes precedence. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH, GODDAMNIT. I WILL WRITE NOW 'KAY THANKS.

Another note: must get self a new Pal cassette. (Dear lord, Sony BMG, why haven't you released Pal on LP yet? I would buy the hell out of that record. And hug it and stare at it and grin at it like an idiot.)

And I need to compress the concert videos. They are not actually very long (>.<), but still manage to be freaking awesome (insert steamed-up smiley here).

I also need to go through my class notes for this semester and put up a few choice snippets. Inorganic has been pretty delicious this past month. X)

Speaking of delicious, I also need to get on the Aston Martin configurator screencapping. *pokes previous post*
The Viraaage *dies*

Also when I encounter letters that come in sets of three, I suddenly have this maniacal desire to put a 'freakin'' before the last one. NC Freakin' R. BM Freakin' W. mg freakin' h. (yes, that last is the formula for potential energy and has nothing whatsoever to do with anything I've been studying for at least the past year and a half.)

Incidentally, I am damned if I'm not going to learn to drive this vacation.
please, Caffeine, stop being so sexy

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The Sky Is Yours.

I don't know much about many specific planes except the B2 Spirit stealth bomber, which I am in love with and fantasize about and want to write fiction about and holy foxtrot strafe me, baby. That said, I'm pretty fascinated by the not-yet-in-production HondaJet. Knowing me, that's probably because of the fact that its engines are above its wings. I find this adorable. Though if its nose got any longer they'd probably be able to get away with calling it the Swordfish. XD


Screencapped from the HondaJet website.


Snagged from the 'Tube.

And the Spirit is female, but the 'Jet? I can't really decide.


In other news, Aston Martin now allows visitors to their website to configure the Virage (glory!), the Rapide (four-door glory!) and (sport-coupé glory!) the V8 Vantage S. I know what I'm doing as soon as I have, say, three hours at a stretch to spare. That will probably be later than sooner, but it's Aston Martin. It needs to be done justice.

Of course, it also allows one to configure the Cygnet, but since the Cygnet doesn't exactly show signs of growing up to be a swan anytime soon...I shall just keep waiting for the One-77 configurator. *sigh*

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