comedy and movement, combined.
After mucho de observation, I have come to a conclusion, that has led me to a question.
To survive on trendy Kloof Street, I need to have better hair.
Much better.
And more of it.
I need Ultimate Hair ™.
And so: does anyone know where I can get a wig that combines a mullet, a mohican, and a high, short ponytail?
Thank you.
hot rum toddies are the new moscow mules are the new gin and tonics.
Things Sproing caught this morning, in vague descending order of tricksyness.
Yes, we are very proud.
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* I.e. not my usual sound of thirteen year old boy with nuts trapped in vice.** I realise this contradicts slightly with 1.*** Which, incidentally, is drawing to a horrible “you ear-fucking nipple-toasting cunts!”-type conclusion. Since I’ve managed to secure the services of a non-dodgy mechanic to fix the car (no chassis or engine shit, just door and axle fixerations) I’m only being screwed by the bus bitches for about R3,000. If I’d scrapped this one and tried to buy an exact same replacement, it’d be more like R10,000. If I’d gone for trauma counselling for this****, though, it would’ve been more like half a million by now. Fuckers.**** Not from the accident, from the phone calls (Mostly the complete refusal from anyone to give me a straight answer or entertain the possibility that perhaps the value they’re putting on my car is ever so slightly low. Then from the shoulder-shrugging “that’s the system, not our fault, what can you do?” ‘tude. Wankers.). In related news - I haven’t avoided driving or anything - got back in the saddle straight away, no probs. Still a bit nervous, but mostly when riding with other people rather than when doing the driving myself, oddly.
bleh.
i have a chunky head cold thing.
i wish i was just a little bit more ill, though.
then i could call in sick (to myself) and stay at home all day, on the couch, lounging.
Le sigh, as the French say1.
This seems to be the month of unfairnessery, broadly speaking.
And each time one of these events happens, I go “Grr!” a lot, then calm down and go “Meh…” and get a bit depressed about it.
I won’t bother going into details here2.
In other news: look!
Pictures (not by me)!
Of Jo being hailed on, of the FSM about to *ahem* reach out and touch somebody, of me sitting down, of Jo talking to Anthony in Forries.
Woo!
I like pictures.
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1 - I’ve been trying out “as the French say” as my new catchphrase because I’m bored with my old one. It’s not really working.
2 - but I will here. Briefly. So: Bus company screws me big time by not paying me anywhere near enough money to fix / replace my car that they wrote off (the fuckers); makers of JPG Mag get kind of fucked over by CEO dude, flickr and JPG community spazzes out big style and some nutjob equates the whole situation to being raped (!); web code client of mine goes off on a major one, accuses me of lying to cover my lack of web page coding ability and of charging too much [especially shocking and sting-ouchy since I've helped her out so much with so many things to do with the site, not just the stuff I'm getting paid (a very low fee) for (gah!)].
Fucksocks dot com, I say.3
3 - Heh. Fucksocks.com actually redirects to b3ta. Awesome.
me and parfait had the awesomest night in last night.
i tried to start a fire* and it fizzled out.
i tried again and it began a demon beast fire elemental from the really, really hot part of hell**.
fantastic.
then watched oodles of babylon 5.
then we had some wicked tasty lamb and waterflower stew foods.
then we went to bed at 10.
sleep.
good.
mmm…
* - in the fireplace!
** - where they make the hellfire, in fact. turn left after the brimstone.
well, it is to me.
i’m looking through the WCAG 2.0 Quick Reference thingy.
for bidniz reasons.
and i found that you should provide:
text alternatives for strings where look-alike glyphs are used in place of letters (e.g. leetspeak)
you should already be abbr-ing stuff like ZOMGWTFBBQ, but now you have to provide translations of l33tp4wnz0rZ.
Heh.
/coat
/hat
/door
well it made me chuckle.
sassen frassen…
I appear to be entering hibernation.
Recently, I’ve been needing a lot more sleep.
And eating more.
And finding myself edging towards warm, enclosed spaces.
And yawning a lot.
P.S. It’s very, very windy here. How’s the weather where you are?
woo!
just now i got a 0.017% discount from the corner shop next door.
fuck yeah!
what are the chances of that?
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*grabs pen and pencil*
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based on a can of coke and some snacks once a day since the shop opened. a more realistic figure is perhaps 0.005% which takes account of my increasing coke consumption rate.