wtf
this phone and I are no longer affiliated
I lost my phone in a trishaw. The guy had no front teeth and the cab smelled like BO, so I’m rating my chances of recovery kinda low. That’s pretty crap, but it’s only the start. Call Dialog to get a SIM and they ask for my National ID. That’s fine, after a year of wrangling I finally got one months ago. I pull the card out of my wallet, and see some fathead staring back at me. This is definitely not my ID. It belongs to one Rithin Somebody. I was visiting Dialog Corporate and the damn door monkies took my ID and gave me the wrong one back. This at least lets me combine my messes tomorrow, but I still have no phone, no contacts, and somebody else’s ID. I just want to watch junk TV and eat cookies but now I’ve got my feet cut at the ankles. At least nobody can call to yell at me.
That’s all. Wtf.
I started off not really liking General Sarath Fonseka, him being part of the aggressive war effort. I didn’t support the war (largely cause I thought it would fail), and I thought Gotabhaya Rajapaksa and Fonseka were gleefully stomping everything. Fonseka even came out and said “I strongly believe that this country belongs to the Sinhalese but there are minority communities and we treat them like our people,” in 2008 (
General Sarath Fonseka was arrested on a bunch of trumped up charges, but mainly for daring to threaten Mahinda in a Presidential election. Despite his poor health, Fonseka was arrested in February 2010 and sentence to three years. Word on the street now, however, is that he’ll be released soon. Like any day now. President Mahinda Rajapaksa has told
I’ve been testing a lot of apps. A very interesting one is iPlayboy, from Playboy magazine. It’s bad porn but a good magazine, especially since you can read issues from its cultural heyday – the Mad Men era of the 60s.
I’m going to get back to blogging. I buy a shitload of stuff on my iPad. Not that I like spending money, and the exchange rate terrifies me, but it’s just so easy, and so good. For example, I’ve been reading comics again. Spiderman, and 
I’m sorry about this. Bad day all round I’m thinking. At the moment having company barbeque- it’s a fucking washout and i’ve had enough red wine to put away a large rhinocerous. Email me, or I’ll email you my number so you can call me and i can annoy you some more.