Tuesday, February 28, 2006

5 reasons why ESKOM needs to be raped by a rabid goat

Apart from being overly incompetent ,which is an offence punishable by death or a middle management position:

  • Hair straighteners : they don’t work without power , one cannot expect to find a meaningful one night stand if one looks like the offspring of Goenie Goo Goo and cousin IT.
  • Boredom : There is only so long you can play “Helen Keller - Helen Keller” before the game gets tired
  • Warm beer : I would rather rip my liver out with a rusty dessert spoon then drink warm beer
  • Having to use the stairs : arriving at a venue coughing up blood and sweating like migrating buffalo does not inspire awe
  • Accidental death : such pit falls as setting oneself alight with a candle or accidentally running into a wall repeatedly head first in an attempt to avoid customary nodding and smiling at the small talk that arises when there are no realistic alternatives

Sunday, February 26, 2006

See spot run


Friday, February 24, 2006

Setting goals is important

When I was young I never thought I would grow up to be 29 , I was always going to be a fighter pilot or a vet or a mechanic or a dragon - never 29 – but as it turns out that’s what I grew up to be …..29 ………. ridiculously good looking and a super genius and very humble – but worlds apart from the road I started out on (not much need for fire breathing fighter pilots that can cure a sick dock with a Philips screw driver in today’s economy)

So anyway it all got me to thinking about the various milestones and goals I have set for myself over the years (you know the good old 5 year plan we all start out on when we enter the big bad world which eventually gets whittled down to a one hour plan and usually involves a nap ) …. and how the yard posts have changed and ideals have changed with each progressive year .

To illustrate:

Age : 2
Objective : To be 2 and half
Outcome : Accomplished and in only 6 months

Age : 4
Objective : To write my name
Outcome : Was know as “Loern” for a couple of months

Age : 16
Objective : Finish school
Outcome : done

Age : 19
Objective : Finish varsity
Outcome : done

Age : 25
Objective : Finish my beer
Outcome : Will one ever be finished their beer ???

Age : 27
Objective : Drink more beer
Outcome : Ongoing

And as you can see I always seem to have had a goal - So at the age of 29 I thought to myself (Myself ….. I thought) – I need a new purpose in life.…so here it is *drum roll* :

Age : 29
Objective : To be supreme ruler of earth and smiter of middle management
Outcome : As yet there have been no actual smitings

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

World's greatest invention / world’s greatest disappointment

What separates us from the animals is our ability to make tools / stuff to enhance and facilitate our existence …………….personally I have always thought it was our ability to manipulate and emotionally blackmail members of the same species but it appears I was wrong.

Anyway it all started out with the predecessor to the hammer, the invention of beer , the actual hammer , improvements to the beer recipe, the harnessing of fire , more kinds of beer , the wheel and ultimately draught beer . And although the obvious candidate for discussion here would appear to be beer in a landslide victory - it is actually the mechanics of the wheel that I wish to cover today – or more specifically – the shortcomings of the worlds so called “best” invention – ya – WHATEVER!!!!

So anyway - although we all stare in wonder and ooohh and aaaah and make appreciative grunts as we marvel at the miracle that is the wheel – we often forget that benefits of a wheel require a collaborative effort - in fact in order for a wheel to fully accomplish its potential it needs to be attached to some sort of axil and sometimes even another wheel (yes they don’t tell you this in wheel appreciation class – half truths I tell you ……HALF TRUTHS ) and it was not until after spending a tough *sarcasm* day on the river introducing my good friend “Ammy” to my new friend “Rod” and the wonder of fishing (and by fishing I mean massacring and sacrificing 4 brazillion mud prawns to the river god in return for a single stompie suffering from some stunted growth disease and obviously some level of retardation as he was the only fish in the entire river system to be stupid enough to get hooked ) that I was given the misfortune of reaching this conclusion.

It was while waiting for my pops to bring the trailer to remove our noticeably empty vessel from the fishless river , after the aforementioned prawn massacre - that I was greeted by an unpleasant scraping noise and the appearance of an amputee trailer hobbling down the hill followed shortly afterward by its wayward wheel - It appears that Wheel had decided to make a get away and fulfil his life long dream of becoming a tyre swing in the big city , unfortunately , Wheel too had overestimated his usefulness as an individual and his short lived break for freedom ended in undignified paralysis under a bush ….

(BUT OF COURSE the trailer wheel would fall off - what were we thinking - I am somewhat surprised that it didn’t bounce off someone’s head and kill the last of some endangered species before crash landing through the windscreen of a Porsche and spontaneously combusting and setting fire to the earth )

……anyway you would be surprised at how little value a detached wheel actually adds - in fact it probably wouldn’t even make a decent anchor –I spit on this glorified ashtray – world’s greatest invention my ass – worlds greatest disappointment methinks (……well almost – just one behind non alcoholic beer) .

Anyway Wheel’s faux pas rendered our trailer about as useful as a pork chop at a bah mitzvah and he too was laid to rest under a bush – so boat removal plans were thwarted and resulted in a renegade mission to the marina – involving illegal parking and the scaling of fences (you know….. general wheel related cloak and dagger stuff) and ultimately a new found disrespect for the wheel, its reliability and its so called contribution to society. (People have been smited for less)

As such ….

I leave you with this ….. Beer always delivers and operates efficiently both on its own and in a group – the same I think – cannot be said for the wheel…….. You decide what the world’s best invention is.


Ammy and Rod in happier days (pre wheel incident)

Friday, February 10, 2006

Pole Dancing 101

So for the past couple of years I have jested that should my career in world domination, mass culling and the odd smiting not pan out I would take up pole dancing. It finally occurred to me that in the very unlikely event my tyrannical rule should come to an end I should at least know how to pole dance – you know just in case – for shits and giggles.

So off I plodded to pole dancing 101, where I had to sign an indemnity form - ya really - like in case the pole attacked me or I stubbed my toe on it …*whatever*…. 4 bottles of French champagne later when I head butted the pole while attempting to stabilise myself after a double twist with a “madonna” thrown in - it dawned on me what the what the form was for.

What kind of sick bitch exponentially increases the difficulty of each move proportionately to the amount of liquor consumed – I mean it was like she was toying with us …….like a bunch of lab rats – really slow ,uncoordinated lab rats swinging on a pole …… but lab rats none the less.

So anyway on about my second move while seductively sliding down the pole (and by seductively I mean clinging to the pole like it was the last raft off the Titanic ) I managed to pull a thigh muscle which of course rendered me immobile - lying on the floor like and injured pigeon and wondering if there is much demand for lame pole dancers or if they pretty much get shot like old race horses (I think that at this point I probably would have opted for the mercy killing )

Not wanting to be outdone ( ever and especially not by a pole ) I fortified myself with some more expensive champagne and decided to take the pole on – one on one - cue music from rocky - because at this stage I did have the swan like elegance of a midget Italian screaming “AAADDRRIIAAAN” with blood running out of my nose (from head butting the pole)

I would like to say I mastered the art (although that would be like saying Keanu Reeves mastered the art of acting )–But I did have a crap load of fun doing it (how can you not enjoy an evening that ends with gratuitous boob flashing and somebody singing into a vibrator while you’re swinging off a pole – I mean life doesn’t get better than that really) ….although for now I’ll stick to unscrupulous reign (less blood noses)