Grow one while you’re at it. Be a man.

You like a Mo?

We all like a nice, shiny mo. Some 30 young lads in Adelaide did too, back in 2004.

Yep, Movember is right around the corner! We’ve all seen and participated in massive campaigning for many forms of cancer  but there still are some like  prostrate cancer and other illnesses that men suffer from sulk in one corner of the room, undetected.

Movember is a month-long event where Mo Bros sprout  moustaches to raise awareness about men’s health issues, particularly prostrate and testicular cancer initiatives and their early detection. Because men will be men and Movember is our own way of reaching out and giving them a hug and basking in knowledge, prevention and subsequent awareness over Men-maladies.

A clown called Le Clown dedicated a post to spreading more light and positively phototactic insectmethingies about the cause and what you can do. Hop over to Bloggers for Movember to know how you can ask those men’s illnesses to go blog themselves and be known.

We all really care about this cause, and we know you do too.

There’s a Clown on Fire who can let you in on the movement; it is just like Miss Four Eyes says. You can save the world.

Just like Superman, one Mo at a time.

Go sprout a mooch. Every man deserves a little bit of luxury.

I’m supporting it because cancer is a horrible thing to happen to anyone. If something can be prevented with a little more awareness and a little less ignorance and lots of handsome Mo’s around, who’s complaining?

Post scriptum: I own a MoSpace! I’ve signed up as a Mo Sista and pledge to support a mo for a month. Please feel free to donate, however small an amount, your contribution counts : ) Right here.

The Battle Carries On, Koopy and Google in a tiff

College people are blocking random websites like a Douchinator. Unfortunately, WordPress falls in the ambit, whereas surprisingly, something as miserable as Blogger gets to live free.

Why?

Google, please. I know you have given me all I could have ever asked for. You gave me the perfect email services when things didn’t work out between me and Yahoo and I appreciate it. Out of childlike enthusiasm for anything with a new name, I tried using Ymail and I remember you being there when no one else was.

You’ve shown me funny cat videos when I was sad.

You have always listened to me, answered all my doubts, even times when I wasn’t sure how to spell a fancy French word.

But Blogger is a different story Google and you know it. By Bing, you know it.

I started blogging with your product, okay? I tried! I was patient with it and tried customizing it while you clumsily tried adding my Google Pus profile to my id. Your options aren’t interesting, the design isn’t intuitive and fluid: it is almost like you do not want me to blog, Google.

Look at my first blog. Do you feel like reading it, Google? I don’t. You don’t either, you dare look away.

Today, after all these months, you’re grinning wide as a monkey when Juniper Web Filter refuses to let me blog on WordPress?

I’m happy here, Google. WordPress has been everything to me that your Blogger hasn’t. Get over it, and fix that mess of yours damn it.

Move on. I found love in a hopeless place, I know you will too. You know I love you… my only email id now is on Gmail and it will always be that way, trust me.

I feel like you’re always following me, Google.

Just shut down Blogger. It is ridiculous. I do not understand how people can bear to click on blogspot links, forget running a website in that shady place.

To college people: Seriously? I mean, seriously? WP is badass. You don’t block WP, okay.

Definitely not when Blogger walks around scot free.

Engineering a new design. And potatoes.

I have absolutely no idea where I’m headed.

I make plans, they get fudged. Easy peasy.

I figured I’d give the planning a rest for a while and go work at my Photoshop skills, when a quick Google search for PSD freebies led me to an interesting website.

It was a portfolio. Having seen so many of them, you tend to generalize; there’s the bio, there’s the portfolio, there’s the contact section aaaannnd you’re done.

But James Sallee’s web space will scratch out all idea of a website in your head.

The Welcome

The first thing that catches the eye is a little man-face with a moustache. My cursor was feeling adventurous. It discovered that it could actually change the mooch our little man on the top sported!

Personally, I had never liked moustaches or any other fancy/socially acceptable forms and designs of facial hair on men… despite my father having had his very own Mooch.

The good Lord would know.

Well?

My dislike for potatoes is equally a cause of morbid interest to many. Assuming divinity to be a bearded old man with nothing else to do but create funny people or bless the world with quirk some ones (like all Indian children are made to believe when small. Oh, wait. Children are small, I meant super small.) I figure God (let’s just call him that for now, can we?) was like, She isn’t weird enough. Make her hate potatoes. And make her Indian. Indians eat lots of potatoes. Continue reading