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Tuesday, 13 May 2008
c'mon oaks
you know, I thought I'd hang low for a while, so I could scout out the lay of this blogs land (in reality I cant afford internet)
So today when going through the blog I was initially greeted by a Twingy article written by what appeared to be a spam bot - I was less than impressed hey. like nu uh. no way.
c'mon oaks.
seriously.
eventually i realized it was a moderated blog and so someone in that list of names on the right must have spewed it out. Maybe its my fault. I came expecting deep prose and thought provoking questions and instead got a cheap corner trick. Luckily for the author, with all this anonomitynessnes through pseudonicknameses they shall remain anonymous. (not really)
So next was a Bay Watch clip. Instant redemption. Nice one.
and I shall testify to jimi's MC Hammer sighting. A life changing moment.
Nice articles peepz, with my limited net connection here in the deep cape (eastern) I'll do my bestest to holla at da cherry court peepz... There are many a glimmering shim sham story from home to tell of, filled with intrigue and danger, littered with daring escapes, mysterious lands and amazing pyrotechnically-huge gun battles. sort of.
until next time.
one love.
c
-Can someone help me to link this to something. Or from something. or something. I think.
So today when going through the blog I was initially greeted by a Twingy article written by what appeared to be a spam bot - I was less than impressed hey. like nu uh. no way.
c'mon oaks.
seriously.
eventually i realized it was a moderated blog and so someone in that list of names on the right must have spewed it out. Maybe its my fault. I came expecting deep prose and thought provoking questions and instead got a cheap corner trick. Luckily for the author, with all this anonomitynessnes through pseudonicknameses they shall remain anonymous. (not really)
So next was a Bay Watch clip. Instant redemption. Nice one.
and I shall testify to jimi's MC Hammer sighting. A life changing moment.
Nice articles peepz, with my limited net connection here in the deep cape (eastern) I'll do my bestest to holla at da cherry court peepz... There are many a glimmering shim sham story from home to tell of, filled with intrigue and danger, littered with daring escapes, mysterious lands and amazing pyrotechnically-huge gun battles. sort of.
until next time.
one love.
c
-Can someone help me to link this to something. Or from something. or something. I think.
Monday, 3 March 2008
Twingly
The name might sound funny and I am sure you sitting there going WTF is twingly?? Twingly my friend is going to change the way that blogs interact with news content. www.thetimes.co.za has started to use it and its fantastic!!!!
Wanto to comment about a story you have read? Well if you comment and link to the post on the website your blog will be linked to the story what a fantastic idea!!!
No I am not getting paid by Twingly, I just think they are flipping geniuses!!!
Wanto to comment about a story you have read? Well if you comment and link to the post on the website your blog will be linked to the story what a fantastic idea!!!
No I am not getting paid by Twingly, I just think they are flipping geniuses!!!
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Monday, 25 February 2008
The little things
I am a sucker for peer pressure, and have been suckered into committing to this blog. Unfortunately it's seldom that I have much in the way of insightful notions to impart upon the raging masses that flock to this blog on a daily basis, and today, I am sick, and uninspired. Boredom is a factor.
Since last week was my 1 yr anniversary in Londre I figure it might be nice to reminisce about what makes this land of the pale and patient just so darn special, because the weather just isn't cutting it.
The public commute is a personal favourite of mine, although I'd never publicly admit it. But where else can you be exposed to this much entertainment in a small space, as simply a sideshow while you going from A to B? There's a little something for everyone. On Saturday nights the tube is littered with special people - I was the bemused witness to a domestic between a sober guy and his tanked girlfriend who was kind enough to keep her voice just loud enough that I could pause my ipod but keep the earphones in; or MC Hammer jamming it up and breaking it down on the platform and then for half our trip home. Some may say it wasn't him, but they're liars.
The ink from the Metro always provides mild amusement as someone will inevitably smudge it on their face, I was a repeat offender, and as commuters are islands and do not interact, no one will say a word, but judge, silently.
Manners do not exist on the London Underground and chivalry goes right out the window as soon as you tap your Oystercard... I like it. It's a great way to vent. At first I was intimidated and shocked but now I find that sometimes I'm the person shoving someone out the way for standing on the LEFT hand side of the escalator, a crime which has no equivalent punishment, a sin beyond all sins. They're lucky to be pushed to the side and not down, although there is that burning urge... The only person worse than this is the person who gets to the barrier and then looks for their card - come on!!
Aside from the commuting, England has the biggest guilty conscience ever, people over here recycle. But not just a few papers and bottles like some do in SA, they freaking recycle everything. They have an entire page in the Metro dedicated to a greener London and articles about how teenagers lie awake at night, tossing and turning, wracked with concern about global warming. Lies, when I was a teenager I was concerned with boys, clothes, shoes and being cool - really cool.
Adolescence aside, there is something to be said for recycling, and over here I do it. And I like it... Try it - I am saving the world one Fosters can at a time. I drink so many just to prevent them landing in the hands of a non-recycler. Thank me later, or not at all, I'm just doing what I gotta do.
Coming up next time I call in sick on a Monday - Identity cards/theft/lack thereof; and the delightful youth.
Since last week was my 1 yr anniversary in Londre I figure it might be nice to reminisce about what makes this land of the pale and patient just so darn special, because the weather just isn't cutting it.
The public commute is a personal favourite of mine, although I'd never publicly admit it. But where else can you be exposed to this much entertainment in a small space, as simply a sideshow while you going from A to B? There's a little something for everyone. On Saturday nights the tube is littered with special people - I was the bemused witness to a domestic between a sober guy and his tanked girlfriend who was kind enough to keep her voice just loud enough that I could pause my ipod but keep the earphones in; or MC Hammer jamming it up and breaking it down on the platform and then for half our trip home. Some may say it wasn't him, but they're liars.
The ink from the Metro always provides mild amusement as someone will inevitably smudge it on their face, I was a repeat offender, and as commuters are islands and do not interact, no one will say a word, but judge, silently.
Manners do not exist on the London Underground and chivalry goes right out the window as soon as you tap your Oystercard... I like it. It's a great way to vent. At first I was intimidated and shocked but now I find that sometimes I'm the person shoving someone out the way for standing on the LEFT hand side of the escalator, a crime which has no equivalent punishment, a sin beyond all sins. They're lucky to be pushed to the side and not down, although there is that burning urge... The only person worse than this is the person who gets to the barrier and then looks for their card - come on!!
Aside from the commuting, England has the biggest guilty conscience ever, people over here recycle. But not just a few papers and bottles like some do in SA, they freaking recycle everything. They have an entire page in the Metro dedicated to a greener London and articles about how teenagers lie awake at night, tossing and turning, wracked with concern about global warming. Lies, when I was a teenager I was concerned with boys, clothes, shoes and being cool - really cool.
Adolescence aside, there is something to be said for recycling, and over here I do it. And I like it... Try it - I am saving the world one Fosters can at a time. I drink so many just to prevent them landing in the hands of a non-recycler. Thank me later, or not at all, I'm just doing what I gotta do.
Coming up next time I call in sick on a Monday - Identity cards/theft/lack thereof; and the delightful youth.
Saturday, 23 February 2008
YOU ARE PROUDLY SOUTH AFRICAN WHEN
You call a bathing suit a "swimming costume".
You call a traffic light a "robot".
(and might I add, a roundabout is called a "traffic circle".)
You call an elevator a "lift"
You call a hood a "bonnet"
You call a trunk a "boot"
You call a pickup truck a "bakkie"
You call a Barbeque a "Braai"
The employees dance in front of the building to show how unhappy they are.
The SABC advertises and shows highlights of the programme you just finished watching.
You get cold easily. Anything below 16 degrees Celsius is Arctic weather.
You know what Rooibos Tea is, even if you've never had any.
You can sing your national anthem in four languages, and you have no idea what it means in any of them.
You know someone who knows someone who has met Nelson Mandela.
You go to braais regularly, where you eat boerewors and swim, sometimes simultaneously.
You know that there's nothing to do in the Orange Free State .
You produce a R100 note instead of your driver's licence when stopped by a traffic officer.
You can do your monthly shopping on the pavement.
You have to hire a security guard whenever you park your car.
When you are a victim of crime and say: "At least I'm still alive".
You know a taxi can move twice it's certified number of people in one trip.
You travel 100's of kilometres to see snow.
You know the rules of Rugby better than any referee
To get free electricity you have to pay a connection fee of R750.
More people vote in a local reality TV show than in a local election.
People have the most wonderful names: Christmas, Goodwill, Pretty, Wednesday, Blessing, Brilliant, Gift, Precious, Innocence and Given, Patience, Portion, Coronation.
"Now now" or "just now" can mean anything from a minute to a month.
You continue to wait after a traffic light has turned to green to make way for taxis travelling in the opposite direction.
Travelling at 120 km/h you're the slowest vehicle on the highway/freeway.
You're genuinely and pleasantly surprised whenever you find your car parked where you left it.
A bullet train is being introduced, but we can't fix potholes.
The last time you visited the coast you paid more in speeding fines and toll fees than you did for the entire holiday.
You paint your car's registration on the roof.
You have to take your own linen with you if you are admitted to a government hospital.
You have to prove that you don't need a loan to get one.
Prisoners go on strike.
You don't stop at a red traffic light, in case somebody hijacks your car.
You consider it a good month if you only get mugged once.
Ruwandan refugees start leaving the country because the crime rate is too high.
You consider a high crime rate as normal.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from SA.
VIVA !!!!!
You call a traffic light a "robot".
(and might I add, a roundabout is called a "traffic circle".)
You call an elevator a "lift"
You call a hood a "bonnet"
You call a trunk a "boot"
You call a pickup truck a "bakkie"
You call a Barbeque a "Braai"
The employees dance in front of the building to show how unhappy they are.
The SABC advertises and shows highlights of the programme you just finished watching.
You get cold easily. Anything below 16 degrees Celsius is Arctic weather.
You know what Rooibos Tea is, even if you've never had any.
You can sing your national anthem in four languages, and you have no idea what it means in any of them.
You know someone who knows someone who has met Nelson Mandela.
You go to braais regularly, where you eat boerewors and swim, sometimes simultaneously.
You know that there's nothing to do in the Orange Free State .
You produce a R100 note instead of your driver's licence when stopped by a traffic officer.
You can do your monthly shopping on the pavement.
You have to hire a security guard whenever you park your car.
When you are a victim of crime and say: "At least I'm still alive".
You know a taxi can move twice it's certified number of people in one trip.
You travel 100's of kilometres to see snow.
You know the rules of Rugby better than any referee
To get free electricity you have to pay a connection fee of R750.
More people vote in a local reality TV show than in a local election.
People have the most wonderful names: Christmas, Goodwill, Pretty, Wednesday, Blessing, Brilliant, Gift, Precious, Innocence and Given, Patience, Portion, Coronation.
"Now now" or "just now" can mean anything from a minute to a month.
You continue to wait after a traffic light has turned to green to make way for taxis travelling in the opposite direction.
Travelling at 120 km/h you're the slowest vehicle on the highway/freeway.
You're genuinely and pleasantly surprised whenever you find your car parked where you left it.
A bullet train is being introduced, but we can't fix potholes.
The last time you visited the coast you paid more in speeding fines and toll fees than you did for the entire holiday.
You paint your car's registration on the roof.
You have to take your own linen with you if you are admitted to a government hospital.
You have to prove that you don't need a loan to get one.
Prisoners go on strike.
You don't stop at a red traffic light, in case somebody hijacks your car.
You consider it a good month if you only get mugged once.
Ruwandan refugees start leaving the country because the crime rate is too high.
You consider a high crime rate as normal.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from SA.
VIVA !!!!!
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