Damn computer. It ate everything. Big, fat, smug, damn stupid crappy piece of crappy crap.

This is the Transatlantic Best Friend [in the pink], my sister [in her Brand Nizzle shirt], the loveliest waitress in the world and me [in the black] at Cafe Milan in London. If you're in the area, check this place out. They have the best iced mochas ever. I think it's right near the High Street Kensington Tube Station, but I could be wrong.

In addition to being savvy enough to know what the kids on the street are listening to these days, my sister also seems to have some sense of technological wizardry [and a bit of a messiah complex]. A few months ago, my dad and cousin joined forces to annihiliate her computer [they claim it was an accident] and she not only lost all her photographs, but about 600 mp3s.
Today she calls me with the following:

Sparky: I am God of everything. I am awesome. Did you know that I was God? [Edited as per my sister's request]
Jaime: That's a pretty grandiose statement. What did you do? Find a nickel in the couch cushions?
Sparky: You know all those songs that I thought Papa erased from my computer?
Jaime: Yeah?
Sparky: I recovered all of them!
Jaime: Really?! That's awesome.
Sparky: See? I am God.
Jaime: How'd you do it?
Sparky: I don't know.
Jaime: I'm pretty sure God would remember something like that.
Sparky: You really think He remembers how He created the world?
Jaime: True...It was an awfully long time ago....

Blasphemy aside, my sister recovered her music. Awesome. So, to summarize -- Person of Indian descent good with computers. Shocking.

Best. Movie. Ever. I now know everything about the Spanish Inquisition.