Facts of Life => fact of the day

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. This sentence has each letter of the alphabet used atleast once. [In case you were wondering, that was not the fact of the day... I just assumed that you were familiar with that fact already]. The purpose of fact of the day is to enlighten the unlit, it is not to enlighten the already lit (Lit is not short for literate). If you are from amongst the unlit, proceed.

The question is, why was the fox quick and the dog lazy? Was the fox wearing a pair of skates, and the dog still in his boxers even after mid-day? Or is it because the person who is responsible for this sentence was a cat-lover/dog-hater? But ofcourse that all depends on the perception of things. I mean that person is probably a dog-lover if he percieves laziness as a commendable atribute, as I clearly do. But one thing is for sure; whoever first wrote that sentence is a fox-lover.

Foxes are sly. They've proven to be so once again. And dogs will be dogs. No disrespect intended by that statement, because frankly I would rather call dogs dogs and preferably not refer to them as 'four-pawed creatures that bark sometimes and bite often'. Though I have never been bitten yet, I have had countless experiences of 'almost bitten'. Clearly I'm not a dog-lover, that means that my claim to the sentence in question is absolute 2 ads hit (refer to previous post).

I can assure you that my book is nothing like this. I make a much more intellectual effort for that. Please buy it when it gets published, it's called "Chronicles of superheros that end with 'Iderman'". I'll give you a little sneak peek because I can either do that or I can go on about reptiles and their waste problems. I'm guessing you'll choose the sneak peek any day given the choice, and if you think you wouldn't, you need therapy.

It's a really well written story, full of belly-laugh humour, nerve-wrecking thrill, conditional love and dramatic drama. Bit of everything eh? Add a little rain and you've got a lollywoood production. But anyways, as far as the 'original idea' story goes, it is about two brothers. These two brothers used to live happily with their parents in a village. One ordinary day, like every other ordinary day, the family went to a funfair to...uhh... 'chillax'. And that's where it all began, that's when their lives changed. Masked gunhorsemen (gunmen + horsemen = gunhorsemen or horsegunmen?) wildly marched into the fair of fun and shot anyone with uneven/uncool/unelvis sideburns. These gunhorsemen had no association with any religious/political party, that is why they didn't have a hundred and forty-eight justifications for shooting the women. In fact, they had none. Who can blame them? There has never been, in the history of mankind, a woman named Elvis. They did not have a benchmark, so they resorted to their combined minimal common-sense and they ordered the women to organize a marathon and be responsible for the consequences.

Back to the story. There was madness all around. The brothers got separated not because of the madness, but because of the fact that younger of the two wet his pants, and the other was too embarassed to stick around. So he ran away with the blind man. The other kid's piss drove all the horses nuts. So, all the gunhorsemen dismounted and became just gunmen. And they took the leakypants to their boss, who adopted the child and named him The Abominable Snowman. 'The' being his first name.

Genius. I think I've got enough penned down to sell the book to some sopari company and then live off the measely royalties, what say you?

OK. Enough. Argh. Back to the topic. Argh. Rest assured, for the next fact of the day post there will be no extra 2 ads hit. Argh. And just because it says 'fact of the day', it doesn't mean that I'm going to blog a fact of the day everyday. It really is a more random thing, a mood thing. Not to say that my mood is random. Actually, you know what, my mood IS quite random... then again, I'm not quite sure if it is that random, but my mood depends on the situation and situations can be arbitrary... Argh!!

RIGHT! I have had too much coke today. Hence, clearly, there is a plethora of stories or thoughts or, most importantly, facts rushing into and out of my mind. As for now I shall stick with the most factual fact:
-Your hair look best when your barber makes them, right after you've had the haircut-