Honk If You Love Me

So.
There's this thing. (If you don't want to read it, the title is "Mumbai residents want the honking to stop.") Simple enough.

I'm such a horrible person, and you could very well condemn me for my opinion. I'm not even in Mumbai - but the problem is endemic to the ENTIRE. GODDAMN. COUNTRY. Holy hell.

Seriously, the only thing that will improve anything here is a godforsaken cataclysm. I've observed human nature long enough to know this for a fact. So, omnipotent aliens, wherever you are, take note: cut off all vehicle horns in the entire country. I don't care who, what, where. Millions, it is virtually guaranteed, may die - even (or especially) myself - in this transition, but one thing is for certain: the citizens who currently drive so carefree will learn to drive well, because otherwise they will
1) be guilty of killing countless pedestrians, and/or
2) die.

At least we'll have some peace and quiet for once.

Thought for the day.
-- Yours truly radical.

Sasquatch

Welp it's been a while, my loyal followers, hasn't it? It seems like just yesterday when it was ... yesterday.
Okay, maybe I'm not making so much sense, but I don't see why I have to when nothing else does. Seriously. Nothing actually makes sense. There's no sense in anything. Like, literally. One of those head-scratching things that you "can't unsee once seen".

My favourite friend, the venerable Princess Sierra Watson, was kind enough to keep me company some time back. And I, like the fool I was, utterly forgot to get a picture to immortalize that memory. It seems like something I would do, but I can't be certain, because I didn't take a picture of myself forgetting so that I'd remember that I forgot to do that.
I also have been for a few weddings. Like, good heavens, weddings are freaking everywhere. What is with people getting married these days - and, more importantly, what is up with me? I mean, you'd think, there's a goddamn open bar and I'm most definitely not driving - why the hell wouldn't a sane person get shitfaced? And yet it comes to a point where I forgo all of the free booze, in favor of an expensive one-time drink with a close friend, at a club where my brother, of all people, is performing. Yes, the music was good. NO, it wasn't great ... but compared to most of the musicians around these parts? It's a difficult comparison, and not for the reason that you think. What I wouldn't give to be back jamming with my old outfit in the USA, we could have been professional if not for that weird thing called life.

Ever tried looking for a Sasquatch? I sure haven't. But if I did, I'd presume it would feel like what I've been trying to figure out for the past few years. Namely, what's going on? ... and more importantly, why?
Ever throw a brick through a glass window? I sure haven't ... but if I did, I don't think it would resemble my slow decline into ambiguity. Subtle, yes?

If you've read this far without giving up, you are to be commended. I'd give you a hug, but you're probably not within arm's reach. Trust me, it's worth it.