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At Seven in the morning there came Six men to load innumerable boxes Five laborers and a painter who asked for Four cups of tea and carried Three major appliances, filling the truck with Two tons of weight resulting in One cracked driveway (wah wah wah) I have a good excuse for not updating my…

Not only do we have relatives over, but we also have a painter and about a hundred boxes of various sizes strewn all over the house. This is the precurser to moving. No big change, we’re just moving up the road. But anyway, no time to blog right now. Have some shameless self-promotion instead. :p…

Sensei Presents: Islamabad the Beautiful: Vignettes About Town Scene: a traffic signal in a posh neighborhood. The light is red and a variety of expensive cars are lined up and revving their engines. The sun is glinting off of chrome and the curvaceous chassis of BMW’s, Prado’s, and the occasional Lexus. Observe the silver Mercedes…

Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! The beginning of another week! In exactly 30 minutes, it will be Monday again. I’m pretending to be dealing with it rationally, but sometimes Mondays just catch you off guard. Everything’s going all nice and smooth, you haven’t changed out of your pajamas since Saturday morning and then –BAM!- Monday hits you…

The Importance of Praying Early A one-act play by Sensei Left Brain: It’s 1:30 am. Right Brain: What’s your point. LB: Aren’t we tired? RB: Yep. LB: Then we should go to bed. RB: Can’t, we haven’t prayed Isha yet. LB: Then why not pray Isha already? RB: Can’t. Too tired to get out of…

Fingers recovered, blogs away! Yasmine asked me about the book I had listed in the column to the left, Peace Like a River. In case you’re still wondering Yasmine, it’s a really nice book. It has an intelligent plot, a satisfying even if tragic conclusion, and best of all, it’s got a G rating. I…

Mortally wounded my fingers while dismantling 15-foot trampoline. Will dramaticize it later. Right now it hurts to type. Have a laff instead: from www.funnycleanjokes.com You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, My God, you’re right! I never would’ve thought of that! -Dave Barry…

I was offered a job today. (Never mind that I already have one, that ruins the story.) Anyway, a friend of mine informed me that a foreign NGO was looking for administrative personnel, and she knew the woman (we’ll call her Ms. X) who was hiring. The position came with room for promotion, a dynamic…

Momma Zindabad!

The quest to fix Aniraz’s layout is still ongoing. For those of you who are interested, the template at www.degrouchyowl.blogspot.com and www.abeztestblog.blogspot.com are one and the same. However, the template at the test blog is fine, where the template at Aniraz’s blog is wonky. Or manky. Or whatever the British would say on such an…

3 am, it’s that time again. What time would that be? To sleep? Nope. 3 am is the time to eat a tangerine, write a letter to my grandmother, tip-toe around the house and then hog the computer. As my momma can testify, I’ve always been a nocturnal beastie, even as a wee babe my…

You guys, I have a confession to make, I’ve become…a layout junkie! *sob* Seriously, I’ve been spending more time on FrontPage than is healthy, and as Binje, Sahar and Ahmed can testify, I’m probably going to give myself an aneurysm, and them too. Though I’m not very good at the HTML’ing, I am quite good…

Alright you guys, here’s what’s new in Abezistan. First of all, props and thanks to JazakAllah’s to Ahmed and Serenity who helped me with my new layout. 🙂 Second: I’m looking for someone who knows CSS and can help me tweak my tagboard into something that matches this layout more reasonably. Help? Third: And now,…

Aniraz and I were watching BBC today. Or rather, we were trying to watch BBC, but the program kept getting interrupted with a commercial that was rather carelessly thrown in, the same one every time. In it, a man and a woman walked purposefully closer and closer to the camera as they extolled the virtues…