A ball of a time
Occasionally, we happen to encounter a random tidbit of text on the intertubes that brings much joy and hilarity to the usual drag of life. What ensues here is a mail that I got from a Yahoo! Group member. The group is an India centric one for the city of Minneapolis, my current place of residence. This mail is too much fun for my own good. Here it goes, verbatim et literatim. My comments in blue.
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SATHIYAME AGATHIYAM!! AAGATHIYAME JEYAM!!!
In the Indian Mythology Parad is also known as “RASA” (liquid).You could be asking about “Rasamani.” These are the “Solid RASAMANI Balls” made from some rare herbs.The reason for calling it “Rasa” is due to such description given to it. They take 48 days to make after which they must be kept in a pooja.
The Rasamani is done by using proper methods of preparation. There would not be any loss of weight even if the Rasamani is melted (Duh ! Law of conservation of mass, anyone ?). If we meditate with the Rasamani keeping it under our tongue, we can control our thoughts and feel the light of grace in your forehead (Thats acid trippin’ !). The Rasamani can also be prepared in your presence.
The Rasamani is literally unbreakable and does not corrode other metals. The speed of “RASAMANI” is equal to the speed of God Shiva (You got me now.I know the speed of light, but what is the speed of God !?). One who is blessed will only get this RASAMANI. If we have it on the head it is very sure that our life will be increased and it will wash off all our sins and we will have many more with this RASAMANI (Reads contradictory). The ancient Palani Siddha, Bhogar, made the statue of Sri Dhandayuthapani of Palani with 9 herbal elements which are in Tamil, names as “NAVAPAASHAANAM” for the benefit of all. We the heridotories (!!!!) of Sri Bhogar, by the blessings & order of Sri Aadhi Parasakthi, we made the “RASAMANI” statues like KARPAKA VINAYAKAR, SHIVALINGA NANDHI & many more deities by “RASAMANI” for the benefit of all.
There is a various type of RASAMANI. FOR AN EXAMPLE;
VASIYA RASAMANI-
ERRORS WILL BE ERASED. THE WEALTH WILL REMAIN.ITS GOOD FOR BUSINESS AND BRILLIANT EDUCATION, DEBT DIFFICULTIES WILL GO AWAY.
DRIVES AWAY EVIL AGE, JEALOUSLY, TROUBLES CAUSED BY BAD EVILSAND PAVES WAY FOR BETTER LIVING WITH ALL AMNITIES.HAVE A LONG LIFE WITH HUSBAND.ITS WILL ALSO PRTOVIDE LONG LIFE TO HUSBAND (all devoted wifeys note this), FULFILMENT OF ALL DESIRES AND CREATE LUCK (Dang !). TO HAVE A BRIGHT ,WEALTH, HONOUR, TO CHARM ALL PERSONALITIES.
VAALAI RASAMANI-
THESE WILL HELP TO GET HAPPINESS,SIN CRIME WILL BE REMOVED, PROSPERITY WILL BE MAINTAINED.
TAMBANA RASAMANI-
THESE WILL HELP TO COME ACROSS THE SO FAR DELAYED MARRIAGE.
THE BENEFITS HAVING THE “RASAMANI”
(1) By wearing the ball made of “RASAMANI” in our body we can walk speedly without tired. Maybe Usain Bolt uses one ?
(2) By doing pooja to the deities made with “RASAMANI” we can easily get rid of all the evil spirits of our family, trade & business. By evil spirits, do you mean Absolut and Grey Goose ? 
(3) By keeping the ball made of “RASAMANI” we can stabilize the changes caused due to the natural changes like thunder, lightining, rain and over sunlight. like Storm from the X men ! Cool !
(4) No harmful insects like snake & harmful animals like tiger & lion will trouble us. Snake is a reptile. And if a lion or tiger is troubling you, you shouldn’t be near it in the first place.
(5) It is very sure that you would be having an extraordinary satisfaction with your life partner in the bed times by keeping the “RASAMANI” BALL Your body. Two aren’t enough uh ! And of course, there is something called Sildenafil citrate.
(6) If we keep the “RASAMANI” balls made as 16 beads maalas & perform pooja to those beads, we will very surely see the God or the Almighty. Seems like a symptom of schizophrenia to me :-/
(7) We can have the supermost power in vasiyam (attraction) , mohanam (loveliness) & aakarshanam (pulling of other’s mind towards us) by doing pooja to the “RASAMANI BALL’S”. Ok which part has the “supermost” attraction ? The rasamani or the balls ?
(8) By performing milk & honey abisheka to the idols like SriGanesha, Muruga, Shivalinga & Sri Ambal made of “RASAMANI” & intake the milk & honey, we can have a very good health, wealth & all the things we need in our life. Claim on health – dubious but passable. Wealth & all the things we need in life ? Like a result in my lab experiment ? Hmmm… enticing
(9) By performing pooja to the Shivalingam, made with the nine herbal plants called as NAVAPAASHANAM (“RASAMANI”) , found by the Siddhar “Sri Bhogar”, it is very sure that we will get the bleassing of Lord Shiva. Bribing Him too !!
(10) By intaking the milk, dipped with the “RASAMANI” balls after taking the balls out (ROFLMAO ! my my ! I am so perverted 
). It is sure that we will get rid of problems like tired, body pain, pre-mature & quick ejaculation (guess I am not ), paralysis, hydracles, and all kinds of skin disorders and it is very sure that we will have a very good physical strength, metal strength and energetic & pure blood.( Is that an insult to Hermione and us muggles ?)
For more informations about Rasamani call us.We provide the solid “Rasamani” from KOLLIMALAI,KERALA INDIA.
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I hope you had a great time ! If not, pliss to the buy the rasamani balls. They are Da’ bomb !
Cultural learnings of America for make benefit glorious readers of Naasty’gun
Hello folks ! Blogging from a brand new IP address which Hulu and Pandora have blessed with their mighty streaming Force. Thought of writing something since I want to make amends to watching two extremely bad movies back to back. Sometimes I wish that Chuck Norris roundhouses all crappy movies… but then, his own would be lost too (remember Walker Texas Ranger ? ).
First off, the journey. When Kingfisher says it is the King of good times, god bless them, they mean it. Hot food, cool service, hotter hostess… they got ‘em all. Hence its my heartfelt recommendation of all men aged 18 and above to fly KF atleast once in their lives. I will conveniently gloss over the fact of being fleeced for 500 bucks in Delhi airport, just because I stepped across one line, the security-rekha at the terminal. The next flight from Delhi to Chicago non-stop, for lack of a better word, was a stiffling bitch. Economy class is not a pain in the ass. Its a fuckin’ pain in every part of the body ! But you gotta give it to the americans… these guys sit in ridiculously small seats and sleep without as much moving an inch of the body for 12 hours straight. I, on the other end, was walking up and down the aisle so much that the hostess asked me whether I had an upset stomach 
But, the one redeeming feature was that this leg of the journey was over Russia, Scandinavia and Greenland. The fly-by over the barren wilderness of Russia was kinda surreal with the sun always staying at the edge of the horizon. Of course, I could be hallucinating too, thanks to the “high” quality of food served on board.
Well then, reached Minneapolis after a delayed 3rd flight and was pleasantly greeted by the one and only Murphy (that b@st@rd !) who informed me that my luggage had been lost. Oh well, at least I had my toothbrush with me 
Spent the next two days eating, sleeping and gawking at scandalously clothed females, not in that exact order though 
Now, what comes after that is the regular academic blah blah blah… So that part will be neglected without mercy.
So what do I know from a fortnight’s stay here ? Here goes…
You can live well off here without knowing english, if you know chinese or spanish. Drivers are actually able to see pedestrians. Chinese food actually tastes american. No one except a few folks getting social security (and grad students) eats at McDonalds. I guess they are referring to India and China with their present tagline “billions and billions served”. My present internet connection is not good enough. I guess I will never be satisfied about that. As of now, can’t get streaming HD :-/
One weird incident: I was in the students center on an evening and was watching “football” played with hands. As I was trying to concentrate on understanding the darn game and the cute korean chick (dont ask me how I found out she was korean… With great responsibility comes great power ) simultaneously, one old guy came over to me and told me that he could sense strong electromagnetic radiation emanating from me. Being an X-Men fan, I was like super-thrilled to hear that, even though my usual skepticism immediately labeled the guy as a quack or unstable or both. What came next floored me though… In his own words >> “Only terrorists and people in secret societies emanate electromagnetic energy. Very evil… You should watch yourself”.
Bah ! I promise that the only things I am gonna terrorise are a bunch of bacteria. I come in peace and my luggage, in pieces. Maybe I should wear a Tee that says “Mostly Harmless” (See, even Ford Prefect knew that) and sport the vulcan salute wherever I go. \\// /
So long, and thanks for all the fish
At last, me has resigned from employer organizetions ! Thank ye post !!
A lillz shtory !
Hows me feltz in IT
And thenz one finee dayz !!
Nowz alls me fellas R theenkin
Howz I feelz
But den, whatz me gonna does
Nots exaactly. But cloze !!
Whatz I tellz to my ershtwille employeh
I Can Has Nostalgia !
* Thankz lolcats, loldogs & loldolphins – I Can Has Cheezburger nowz. Rly !
The Hot, the Dumb & the Screwed
I want a firetruck to kill dumbfucks
The title is not exactly what you think it is. It is about how 1 can reveal a lot of 2 who in turn make me end up as 3. So read on, of course leaving your imagination at the end of this sentence.
The breadth of ways in which certain people amaze me with their stupidity is mind-boggling. At times, this exuberant exhibition of levels of dumbness hitherto unreached sure gets on my nerves. Today I witnessed one such mass display of how common sense can be such a rarity these days. Talk about the grand daddy of all ironies. 
One fine moment, just as I was being seduced by pre-lunch hunger sleep, WAAAAAAAAAAAN ! goes the siren. FIRE Alaaaaraaam ! Now I too know this is a mock alarm conducted for the purpose of a drill in the organization that I work for, but I make sure I get out of my place asap. Afterall, a real fire is not an entirely improbable event, though the probability is very small. By the time drill is over, here are somethings that happen which you don’t get to see any other time, which can cause monumental levels of annoyance.
The fire siren blares and the first thing people do is do a Meerkat. Stick their heads up from cubicles and grin widely at neighbours. Then they wait to check if someone is leaving the floor. These people need initiative from SOMEONE ELSE even to save their own lives. Hows that for motivation ? And one guy wouldn’t even remove his iPod for the announcement. Mate,I am sure you are listening to “Knocking on heaven’s door” .
Next the ERT(emergency response team) folks (save these souls) run around asking/almost begging people to leave. Most oblige. And then there are a few who have “an important mail to send“, “a critical bug to patch“, “a really important phone call to attend” and other “important” bullshit to attend to 
. Folks, I appreciate your dedication towards work, but this kind of attitude is taking it too far. What you are exhibiting is not dedication but extremely bad work ethic. If you get fuckin’ roasted alive in a real fire because of your “important” stuff, you think the company is going to give you a reward for “Unflinching dedication in the line of fire” ? Even if it does, the reward wouldn’t mean a thing over your dead body. Self before Service… 
When everyone is rushing towards the stairs to get down, some people wait for the elevator to arrive on that floor. Thats the dumbfuckest thing I have ever seen someone do in an emergency. A few girls were blocking a landing in the stairs. They were “waiting” for their friend to come. Good thought. But when the friend did come, they were having a group get-together of long seen friends. Had to wait for one long minute before these Land Rovers moved out of the way.
Now come a few guys, who are so chilled out about this drill. They are so chilled out that they go to the floor pantry, help themselves to a cuppa coffee and walk down the emergency stairs in blissful leisure. As some great person said in Tamil… “Dead today, milk tomorrow”. Me says “Coffee today, dead tomorrow, no day after tomorrow”. And guys, stop ogling at all the girls moving out. I know the situation is hot but you don’t want to burn yourself out with all the “hotness”, do ya ?
Here come the pain in the …grrr… neck. I guess some people have an addiction to broadcasting every moment of their sad lives through SMS. Out come a few phones/Blackberries, and away go the messages. All this while walking in the middle of the stairs at a snail’s pace (Mrs & Mr.Snail, I sincerely apologise for that disgusting comparison) , blocking others who want to get down. I wonder what these folks message when they gonna die …
“V hva 5re & im so deeeeaaaa “…
My reply: ”LOL ! U r pwned ! Brn in L !”
Oh, by the time you reach hell, you should have already done that. 
At last, after reaching the safe assembly point, the first thing folks do is fish out their camera cellphones and start clicking pics of the crowd and the fire drill leader’s persuasive speech ! WTF ! 
Why do you wanna take a picture of a crowd thats panting because of a possible emergency ? And I thought I was weird ! And in spite the drill leader literally shouting his heart out for the people to get into the open space, some decide that the sun is too hot and stay in the building lobby. They are afraid that they may tan to the color #ffcc00. A real fire would leave you charred to #000000. So get it movin’ !
Now thats a lot of smokin’ rant, but I believe somebody needs to be in the face about this. Frankly I don’t give a fuckin nugget of shit if these coffee drinking, message sending freaks are consumed by an unforgiving tongue of flames. These stupid dumbfucks can rest in peace or in pieces of burnt shit. But don’t you dare deny my chance to live. Even if this is just a drill.
PS: I think the fire drill team should throw in a few smoke flares into the workfloor to give a taste of how screwed up things would be in a real fire. Now that would be a REAL drill !
The NoseBleed: 6 differences between Hindi and Tamil movie Heroes
Hell yeah !
6 differences between hindi and tamil movie heroes
The Quip Collection
After 6 consecutive weekends of not staying @ home due to myriad reasons like attending marriages, going on trekking trips and a case of shifting the house itself, I find myself at home for the past 44 hours. Had a fantabulous sleep in the afternoon after loading up on delicious shark meat… And am being hyperactive because of all the energising but got nowhere to spend it
Residential prices, both rentals and purchases, are outta the world. Recently, I checked out a middle-of-nowhere place which had cattle grazing and goats bleating… and the house owner demanded two arms, two legs and a kidney for rent. WTF man ! Right now, I am paying out 2 kidneys. So a decision was made to buy a house asap to save my organs. Thus started day break yesterday, when the members of family piled on to be pillion riders in the bikes of “brokers” and were taken to remote locations where UFOs might land. A stretch of land which had dogs and men shitting all around was shown as the future heart of the city… Neighbors and Shops were just 1 year away, roads and buses 3 years away, trains 10 years away and civilization just 15 years away. And for all these future amenities, I would have to pay “just 25 lacs saar ! Best investment !” . Dazed and gums hurting because of all the teeth-gnashing, we returned home, only to be informed a few hours later that that shitpile had been sold ! Getting a floor under and a roof over has never been this tough I guess.
Read the news that the hard-nosed Mr.Lalit Modi is hell-bent on conducting the Indian Premier League cricket tournament so much so that he is considering conducting it in someplace other than India…LOL ! what a F’ ing irony !
Also whats with random people randomly joining politics anyway ? Mohammed Azharuddin, Amisha Patel and Jaspal Rana have taken the “jump” amidst lesser known others… So should we be expecting things like
1. Sharp catches by Azharuddin at silly points of the opposition
2. Increase in national assets, just like Ms.Amisha’s own 
3. Targeted accusations by Rana fired with pin-point accuracy, hitting the opposition’s bull’s eye everytime
To quote Sidhu, all these folks getting into politics makes me “as uncomfortable as a bum on a porcupine”.
With politics come the issue of caste priorities. Its common knowledge that SC/ST have historically had reservations and age relaxations to get equal footing with so-called developed communities. And then, a few thousand people stage riots demanding to be included under the SC/ST category. Next, a few thousand more oppose these demands for inclusion. As these things went over my mind for no reason, it just struck me… Why can’t we abolish all levels of caste classification and declare the whole of India to be SC/ST ? Everyone would be happy with reservations and all the benefits of being under-privileged right ?
Lately, I have been receiving a lot of friend requests in Orkut from uh hmm… gays. This has left me with mixed feelings… No not the bisexual type you are thinking about.
1. No random girl is finding me attractive to send me a friend request, which is depressing
2. At least guys find me queer(!) enough which is encouraging in a twisted way. In fact, most of the requests are from Brazil.
I am wondering what these guys find (or hoping to find) interesting in me. Anyways guys, I am straight for the moment and my profile page too proclaims that. Real sorry can’t accept your requests. 
I am totally aghast at the rate at which honorary doctorates are being bestowed on people with “lifetime” achievement. These days, every one is becoming a Doctor Who? Former hooligans, bad actors, unproven sportspersons, everyone…. I hope some forlorn university bestows me with a honorary doctorate for talking about such socially irrelavant issues …
I caught a rare sight today. A TVS 50 motor cycle ! I liked those things, though have never rode them. I remember them for the reason that once upon a time, pretty young things used this vehicle to come to school. Looks like most of them have graduated to be pillion riders on their respective husbands’ motorbikes. tch tch…
Wanted to write about something that I had in the back of my mind, but unfortunately (for me), that something seems to stay at the back of my mind. Can’t remember it now. Looks like I should stop here.
The NoseBleed – Valentine’s Day Special
Definitely NSFW…
Welcome to the second edition of The NoseBleed. You can find more of nothing here . This edition is dedicated to bring you the latest news updates on developments on and after <hush hush> Valentine’s day </hush hush>.
Pink is the New Pink !
The leader of Ram Sen(il)e, Mr. PramODD MustaLicked, has singlehandedly (with a trishul) transformed the fashion industry in India. He says ‘pink’ is the ‘in’ thing now… vouched by the thousands of pink underwears sent to him as a token of smelly affection by the rabid followers of his fashion. International supermodels like Adriana Lima and Doutsen Kroes (uh who ? ) have started endorsing the Mutalykra range of intimate wear. The Bajrangdalised version of the models posing for the new underwear range is presented here.
Note: Women and men born in proper families may not see these images, thus protecting their chastity and propriety from taint or taunt.
A limited edition underwear featuring the fashion mogul himself is now available through authorised pub thrashers and bone breakers. Model displaying the haute couture is not supplied.
Die or die – anyway
A few folks were in for a surprise when they didn’t heed the Marriage-or-Rakhi rule laid out by activists and went around as a couple. One such couple found beating around the ‘bush’ were immediately surrounded and burdened with the institution of marriage.
Though the groom was a little grumpy that he had no job other than feasting on Shake-law posters, the coy bride brayed happily that her prayers were answered at last by the good samaritans of Anti-Valentine Brigade.Onlookers impressed with the beauty of the bride leerily commented, “what an ass !”
In a distantly related incident, an astonishing union took place. A man’s best friend took the rightful place of his… wife. This marriage was organized by the same Anti-Valentine Brigade.The animal instincts are clearly at work here.
Clubbing the Pub for a slight mub:
In order to oppose the opposers of pub culture, the ladies and their gentlemen hit the pubs as a show of defiance. Business was done extremely well in pubs and other ‘high’ places. An anonymous source has quoted the idea that this opposition to pubs and drinking may be a ploy by the government to boost sales in liquor shops. Reverse psychology anyone ? Further investigation willbe done once this author is sober again, free from the clutches of the sensuous yet devilish Ms.Smirnoff. Hick !
Hooking on to this pubbing sensation, budding rapper Nag P has written a special and exclusive rap for The NoseBleed
Yo maan Mutaaleeck !
What the hell mustalicked ?
To be such a screwed up deeck
Take a break and drink my leak
And let the women be alcoholic
Finally, our not-so-special guest, Mr.Porky Pig, our defen(e)se(trated) minister would like to conclude this edition, “That’s all folks !”
2009 Resolute-Shuns
Just for the record…
Ok am taking off here from the great interloper Deepa, who has been gracious (Not !) to pass on a meme to me (which happened in our organization’s internal blogging system)
Topic : Resolutions for MMIX.
Ironic, but hey, it does give me a chance to babble out some gobbledygook and pass it for a pointless post. Here go some stuff that I wanna shun, stop doing for this year. Remember though, beyond this post, I solemnly swear that I am upto no good on keeping my resolutions.
Not a day passes by without me thinking, at least for a few minutes of a few minutes, that I will meet a girl who will be knocking me out. Not like the Million Dollar Baby but hmm… close. No big expectations. Actually, no expectations. My present situation is something like this…
As far as meeting or (Premananda bless !) interacting with hot ‘birds’ manifested with the Golden ratio (36:24:36), college was a farce and Company has been a fiasco. Henceforth, I should be happy whenever any girl gives me a passing glance. Because the game ends there, with that passing glance. No second chance. So that becomes resolution Numero Uno. To stop believing that any member of the feminine gender will miraculosly land up next to me in the bus, train, share auto, sleep inducing KT sessions, townhall meetings, cafeteria tables, new cubicle, theme park rides, restaurants or when scanning the roads for giving ‘lift’ to a suitable (b)ride.
I have been afflicted with a malevolent case of Punnitis. I just cant read anything these days, with out working out a pun or a double entendre outta it. Few days back, I was ‘pun’cturing my stomach, rolling about laughing when I got a mail from my practise HR. Before you start working those warranty-void brain cells of yours, let me say that the HR lady who sent that mail had a pun in her name. I know…its lame. But I really cant help it. I am not revealing names here and no offense to you ma’am. Its just that I am becoming an uncontrollable ‘pun’daaram, punishing myself with pungent puns. See its getting really worse. I hope you all second this second resolution of mine.
Charity begins at home. Thats why my parents still have me at home, doing their part. This year, I want to give away some money to the charities of
1. Our saviour of boredom, wisdom and intellectual freedom, the Holy Lurch of Wikipedia. (and the lesser known, Unorthodox Union of Uncyclopedia)
2. Hail the Blessed Father, who goes Green for Peace
I am eagerly awaiting the annual incentive to make contributions to these charities. ( Hoping this subtle hint would remind my colleagues not to let the incentive walk the way of the annual gift. Now, that was not at all subtle…Hmpf !) Parents are gonna go ballistic if they learn of my left-handed giveaways while they feed my right hand. But, should be three times resolute about this.
Now, thats all from my side. But members of the family make their own resolutions for my sake. Take a look !
Mom’s resolutions for me:
Clean the room
Brush teeth
Be nice to sister
Not necessarily in that order
Dad’s:
Clean the room
Don’t talk nonsense
Be nice to sister
Not necessarily in that order
Sister’s :
Be really really nice to sister
Be really nice to sister
Be nice to sister
Necessarily in that order 
My fourth resolution : Override above resolutions.
Just to give in to my fancy for the number 5 and its multiples (I am symmetry maniac… Nascent OCD ??),
Resolution 5 : Stop this meme/tag here ! (This was the most welcomed resolution in the internal blog post !)
Phew ! I am able to keep at least one
The Inevitable PS: Guess no one is making a resolution not to read my blog anymore
Ramble in the jungle
At last, Obama has become the Prez of USA. A momentous occasion ? For all the hype about USA being the most advanced nation, why do people there really bother about skin color ? A white man in the tropics would die of skin cancer just like a dark man would more readily suffer hypothermia in the friggin’ poles. For all the justification provided by Darwin and Dawkins, evolution is just a reason to become paranoid and suffer from multipolar disorders of race, religion, color and whateva the fcuk that bothers. But Barack talks great. Love the orator in him.
Mayawati is being “asked” by her supporters to do a Obama in India. My response – WTF ! On second thought, LOL !
People, don’t bash Pakistanis for not taking any action for 26/11. The India-Pakistan border is just an imaginary line and we all share the same gene pool. We did, at least before the last 60 years. So when Indian politicos suck, you can’t expect our brethren across the LoC to be honest, diligent or just be anything unpolitico.
Mr.Raju of ‘Satyam maytas jayate’ fame (or rather the fiasco), you have wasted the blood of 53k people who built your business. But one thing i am proud of you is – you have got balls. Of titanium. To accept that you fcuked up. As kamal said in ‘Virumaandi’, “Mannika therinjavan manushan, mannipu kaekka therinjavan periya manushan”. But too late too shitty.
Doc Vijay’s Villu is a mullu in the kaalu (thorn in foot !). Got ‘complementary’ tickets for the weekend show. But I am not subjecting myself to Vijay’s take-no-prisoners attitude. May your pathetic attempts at ‘housefull’u be showered with tons of kallu. By the way, nayanthara is becoming unworthy of jollu. Wish Sathyaraj makes a parody of Vijay with his trademark lollu. Ok enough of subjecting any reader to my mokka sollu.
I am in love, all over again, with the chinese kung-fu flicks, this time though, dubbed in tamil. All cable channels are fighting it out in crazy-monkey-shit style kung-fu to play these movies and I am watching “Drunken Master” over and over and over again.
The Great Khali got kissed by Anne Hathway in ‘Get Smart’. You lucky b@st@rd
Yawn… another day of Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V awaits. If someone knows of any application that can autosave printscreens to a Word doc, please let me know. I can’t have enough of this bullshit.
Later…
