Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Look who came knocking

SHTF today. It could've been a Quentin Tarantino movie I was going through.

Here is as it goes in Pulp Fiction:
Jules[throws the small table in the room] What country are you from!?
Brett: Wha-what?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in "What"!?
Brett: What?
JulesEnglish, motherfucker! Do you speak it!?
Brett: Yes!!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes..!
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!!
Brett: Wha-what I—?
Jules[points gun directly in Brett's face] Say "what" again! SAY "what" again! I dare you! I double-dare you, motherfucker! Say "what" one more goddamn time!
Brett: He-he's black...
Jules: Go on!
Brett: ...He's bald!
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What? [Jules shoots Brett in the shoulder] AGHH!! Anh..!!
JulesDOES—HE—LOOK... LIKE—A BITCH!!?BrettNOHH!!Jules: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't!
Jules: Yes, you did! YES, you DID, Brett! You tried to fuck him.
Brett: No..no....
Jules And Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. You read the Bible, Brett?
Brett[gasping for breath] Yes...!

It didn't go to those extremes for me. But, yes, I did have to sit on a chair in front of a bewildered boss and promise to cough up work soon. I would've started with work, if a flood of memes didn't come in my head as I biked out to office (after a long hiatus), which I continue to be blogging about right now.

It will be fitting to be ambling about in the Samuel L. Jackson tee for rest of the time till my work is finished. And to well verse Ezekiel 25:17. My part is easy, though, since I get no dialogs playing Brett, and will be the one sitting on the chair taking SMG fire, come work remains undone.

Also, I ran into a magnetically abject audio track by Meursault - "One Day This'll All Be Fields". My day had started on a crooning of
"And we will descend from the sky.""And we will bury you alive."
I thought it met an unanticipated closure today. Literally!

Later on I got fed Rotis and Bhindi at the office, a fact which will make my boss come as a compassionate being, hence I will pray doesn't get out.
I was thankful that things stayed in the QT zone. Tarantino still makes cool shit. They didn't descend into Bollywood-ean chaos, which I have always felt being on the cusp of these days. That could've happened had K, A, N, A, S, S would've converged upon me on the same day at the same time. What fireworks!
Also makes me wonder of my source of next enervation. They haven't been what I thought they'd be. My lessons into chaos. Also, the world demands me to learn about a lot of insecurities, and I fail to.
Also forgot paying some bills today.

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