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[19 May 2005|02:29am]
[ mood | tired ]

Back from the midnight buffet, and Nigel suggests I update.

There is nothing to update about.

We put into port yesterday and experienced the lovely white sands and blue waters of some small island with a name I cannot recall. I attempted to lay on the beach and read, but Detective Framus "collected" me and dragged me off to go shopping for jewelry to give to her sister. So I spent four hours looking at sea-shell jewelry and sparkling crystals.

(Nigel would like me to note that he got a new earring. Consider it noted.)

After the shopping spree (which ended empty-handedly, by the by), we ended up playing beach volleyball with all the others, which was surprisingly fun. Though I should note that I am very bad at volleyball, and also, I have sand in places where no sand should be.

Tomorrow, we put into port a second time, or so the plan states thus far. I believe there is also some sort of dance activity on the boat that Framus is, unsuprisingly, whining I attend with her. Nigel is taking a young woman he met on the cruise named Lola, so I suppose I may as well go. Framus can dance, and I can catch up on my reading. Especially since I have yet to get past where I was a few days ago.

I would also like to note, Ms. Walcott, that I did find a fate worse than a lack of coffee. Nigel whining about sunburn. I am willing to trade cabin mates, if you are interested.


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[14 May 2005|11:39pm]
[ mood | content ]

Wireless internet. Were I a Christian, I might very well claim that God created such a thing on the eighth day, after resting.

I am currently resting in my cabin on this cruise ship. Yes, cruise ship. I don't know which surprised me more - that WAUG Radio Boston was giving away a set of ten cruise tickets to the Carribean, or that Nigel Townsend won said tickets. Whatever the case, the whole of our little family of miscreants is now aboard a Royal Carribean ship on our way to "the highlights of the islands," or so Nigel keeps saying. Unsurprisingly, I have been assigned to share a cabin with Nigel, but I suppose this is not nearly as bad as sharing with Sidney or, say, Detective Seely.

(Yes, Detective Seely is present. As is Detective Framus. Again, were I Christian, I would believe firmly in miracles, because I have not yet had to cope with her incessantly whiny voice. Of course, this is a week-long endeavor. I expect the wewat;iawvron ew99iqwte' u.

...ahem. Nigel has just decided I am going to the late-night buffet with him. By pounding on the keyboard. Charming. I'll update at a later date, I suppose. Happy cruising.

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[12 Apr 2005|01:10am]
[ mood | aggravated ]

After the debacle that Nigel insists on referring to as the "rip-roaring success of double-u double-u double-u dot Nigel Blog dot com," he has done nothing more than badger at me until I, too, vowed to create a "blog" of my very own. From the noises circulating around the office, it is only a matter of time before he nags the rest of the staff into joining the group of cyberspace sheep who keep blogs.

I really don't understand the phenomenon, as it stands. What is so impressive about pouring out your personal thoughts to a nameless, faceless audience of strangers who are floating around in some fiber-optic wasteland? It seems so... Useless. If you must post online, please, use your precious pixels for something useful.

Like fanfiction.

But I digress.

I will now depart for bed, but one other small note that I find necessary: this useless site did not allow enough characters in the journal title for my full last name. I find this bloody annoying.

And I just said bloody. Proof either that I've spent too much time working with Nigel today, or that I am really quite tired.


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