Arrrrgh... I did something stupid and before I knew it, I'd lost a post-in-the-making!

Here's what I can manage to remember. Henceforth, I'm going to compose them in something else and transfer them after saving them on my hard drive!

N.B. As it goes, the posts you lose are the ones composed best....

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I need a Pensieve.

...and my apologies to those who don't read/don't enjoy Harry Potter.

Well, getting back...

My brain seems chock-full of ideas for my blog today, not all mine, unfortunately, but it's a start all the same. Go here to see what I'm talking of. This guy has the most amazingly funny and satirical blog I have come across yet! I mean, really!!! I've been reading his archives over the last couple of days and debating whether or not I should leave a comment. Well, why not?? On the other hand, he's a grammar 'freak', hmmm... far worse than I. I mean, he even has a degree to prove it. I'm worried I might make a stupid mistake, and then where would I be...? Trust me to "fall" for a man with the words and the capacity to express himself in that impeccable fashion. Someday I'll reminisce about my (ex-)crushes.... Well, maybe not on this blog :)

Have you seen Sex and the City? Well, I'm guessing the author of this blog won't be too happy to be compared with the show, and he's tonnes better anyway: a lot funnier, insightful and intelligent... but the search is for the same thing: The Perfect Mate in Manhattan. Aside from the fact that he lives in one of my favorite areas of the globe, he also does totally cool things like composing for musicals and writing haikus, and the most awesome knitting...!

Why am I gushing so...?

Hell, I guess I'm just upset he's out of my league... go read his posts, and you'll know why... if the awesome knitting hasn't given it away yet.

And now on other mundane (or otherwise) matters... foraging in the fridge for some food this afternoon, I came across a potential treat... so I treated myself today, to boiled salted peanuts in their shells. Reminds me of rainy evenings in Mumbai, when mom used to boil peanuts in their shells with salt and we used to crack the shells and eat the slightly sweet, slightly soft, slightly salty peanuts. Ahh, bliss!!!

This time around it wasn't quite so fantastic... for one, the rain wasn't there. And I wasn't in Bombay. And third, the very fact that I had hit upon the bag of peanuts so unexpectedly was testimony to me having left them in there for months, which in fact being the case, I had to separate the good ones from the bad ones which in turn involved my hands diving into some very slippery slimy stuff that wasn't either peanut or shell. But you could say that, in effect, I'd earned the peanuts twice over.

I can't make up my mind if that's better than not having earned them at all, which is the way I've had them thus far.