Happenstance that I came across this comic strip on the net in the middle of a reading of Stephen King's latest book, Duma Key (which, by the way, is an excellent read. SK has truly redeemed himself after the rather vapid Lisey's Story) (also, this goes out to the pompous cretin at the bookstore who dismissed SK as 'puerile, self-obsessed, pulp horror'...may you rot in Hell, you misguided midget, with demons dipping your cojones in hydrogen peroxide after a once-over with industrial sandpaper).

The comic and the book seem to go well together. Eerily well, I must say.

Imagine if you could paint your dreams into reality.....

Hell, I'd be Michael-fucking-angelo.

Come fall season and it's "that" time of the year again!

Ladies and Gents (and the genetically confused lot too, yes...we must keep up with the times and social acceptability norms..and, hey, drag queens just add to the colour and general joie de vivre), please pull out those moth-balled suits and tuxedos and the saris with the weird names and even weirder origins...please knock your heads for gift ideas, and, more importantly, your bank accounts to fund said gifts...book your tickets, pack in your woolies or sun-tan lotion, your Excedrin and your Valium, and your jewelry....

.....and "step inside, you're in for a ride", as we waltz into wedding season (apologies to Dave Mustaine & Co...but that song always reminds me of cricket matches, first person shooters, and oddly enough, weddings).

Oh, and do stock up on ample reading material and cds/tapes for the car audio if you're going wedding hopping in Delhi..roads do tend to get clogged up a bit.