Pun of the weak #27

The inspector of Sûreté chased his quarry down the streets of Paris. The desperado tore down the Left Bank, trying to lose himself amongst the crowds of tourists. Unfortunately for him, however, he collided with an ice cream cart and fell into the river. The policeman apprehended him while he was still in the river and hauled him off to the police station.
The thief, however, was unrepentant.
"Ha, Monsieur le policeman! You will never have me convicted for this crime!"
He was right.
The judge let him go, because, when he was arrested, he was in Seine.
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(We will now take a short break from blogging in order to allow the enormity of this joke to sink in.)

Mere books?

From "Guards! Guards!" by Terry Pratchett:

"The truth is that even big collections of ordinary books distort space, as can readily be proved by anyone who has been around a really old-fashioned second-hand bookshop, one of those that look as though they were designed by M. Escher* on a bad day and has more staircases than storeys and those rows of shelves which end in little doors that are surely too small for a full-sized human to enter. The relevant equation is: Knowledge=power=energy=matter=mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read."

* Link 1, Link 2

"Relativity" by M. Escher

The Goldilocks Zone

Till very recently, I had two pillows on my bed.
I preferred the one that was nice and firm, until I started waking up with shoulder and neck aches on a regular basis.
"This one is too hard."
So I switched to the other pillow and it worked for a while. Then I started waking up with a different set of shoulder and neck aches.
"The one is too soft."
Last week I bought a different brand of pillow from a department store. One week on, there have been no aches at all.
"This one is just right."
And they all lived happily ever after.

Bollywood update

I am not the biggest fan of Indian movies; I normally find them over-melodramatic and too artificial. I can handle some of the songs, but most of the time they only get in the way of the story (if there is one).

So, it's rather unusual for me to be watching a lot of Bollywood movies in quick succession. What is more unusual is that I enjoyed these movies. All the movies were recommended to me by others. Perhaps my enjoyment of them has something to do with the place from where the recommendations originated:
Lagaan: recommended to me by a guy whom I met in Provo, Utah.
Om Shanti Om: recommended to me by a friend who was living in Provo, Utah, at the time.
Kismat Konnection: recommended by a friend who is currently living in Provo, Utah.

Since when did the denizens of Provo, Utah become authorities on Bollywood movies?

Pun of the weak #27

No one can ever call me a barefaced liar. I have a beard and moustache.