Archive for the ‘Pfffft’ Category

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It was good while it lasted

15 March , 2018

I have a home office, and although I am on the phone more or less ALL day to colleagues, contractors and customers in our virtual environment my face-to-face interactions are really maybe 1 or 2 a week.

Subsequently I haven’t really been man down sick in more than a year! Which is big for me. I usually get hit by two proper flus at least and whatever tummy bug is doing the rounds.

Seems my streak is over though…dammit.

And to add to my reasons to feel sorry for myself, I also took a spectacular tumble at Monday’s school run. Luckily nothing broken this time. Just lots of mud, blood and embarrasment!

I have (self)pity covered, send soup! 😉

Oh look at this pic…2nd shelf, righthand side, left item. Haha, I’d be mighty pissed off if someone prescribed me that! (I was curious so I asked the pharmacist what they “used” it for. She said it’s a asthma pump with no meds that they use to demo technique with. Did you know there was such a thing?!).

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It’s that time of the year again

31 January , 2018

I think I have a mental block on this, because I always forget that beginning of the school year brings some form of family tree trauma.

And every year the questions come with more insight and less possibility of forgiveness.

TGC, your window of opportunity is closing rapidly now…and I haven’t done a thing to help it along except tell the truth.

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Not a bed time story

12 December , 2017

So…I just finished reading this book:

And let me tell you, it is a tale of serious woes. 

Many moons ago I made a decision not to read newspapers or watch news anymore, because I just got myself worked up into a state about things that were out of my control. Instead I wanted to focus my mental energy on positive things and good stories. You know, like the saying goes…no news is good news.

Of course you can’t miss it completely since it’s just about everywhere, but I figured I’d take my news filtered through the eyes of people I know instead of the people who sell more papers if they can induce a panic. If something noteworthy happened I’d see it on fb, blogposts, twitter or lamp poles along the roads that I travel. 

Anyhoo, it looks like I haven’t missed much. Things have indeed gone as pear shaped as told by poles and people…the biggest thing I got from the book was firstly the grand scale of fuck ups, and secondly that it has not gone this way due to incompetence but rather by systematic malicious intent by a handful of people. I did not enjoy this book, but not because it was badly written. It was a story that turned my stomach. 

Karma, when you catch up with this lot…it’s going to be epic!

I do hope that a hero with above average integrity is waiting in the wings to inspire hearts and minds and kick off a journey of recovery for our tattered democracy, but he/she really needs to work on their timing.

Also, who knew there was still such a big demand for spies in an era where just about everything is out there in the open already? 

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Righteous rage

24 November , 2017

Worked myself up into a near froth!

So there’s been an unpleasant first for me…

It’s enrollment week at Nicola’s school this week (and although unpleasant between the 20 odd page contract and obtaining ID photos and certified copies of everything, that’s obviously not a first for me).

Nope, the thing that was new was that I almost had to cross swords with the admin lady to get Nicola’s form accepted because it only has one parent signature on it. 

I am team Nicola. Me, myself and I. 

I knew it was coming eventually. I kind of thought this would be a discussion had with Home Affairs at some point if I applied for a passport for her or something. I did not anticipate having it at school.

Super handy that her birth certficate only has me listed on it. 

Apparently the reason for the two parent sign off is for debt collection if you don’t pay your school fees. Also irrelevant since I’ve paid up in advance (thank you SARS refund).

I think it’s fair to say I don’t enjoy any interaction where I’m expected to produce anything certified. It kind of sets the tone for things to come.

I suppose it’s sort of remarkable that in almost 8 years, this is the first time it’s come up for debate?

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And we’re all wearing black again?

26 October , 2017

So if you haven’t spent all of yesterday and today under a rock, you would know by now that there has been a call to “action” for everyone to wear black on Monday as a sign of protest againt all the recent farm murders.

I have in the past thrown my wardrobe in with similar worthy causes, see below:

So I don’t mind wearing black for this at all. In fact I am already wearing black now, and I’ll keep wearing it till Monday and beyond if it helps.

Will it help? No, it won’t. Will it make it worse? Also not. So I’ll go along with it.

Why does it feel like I’m attending the funeral of my country one wear-black-protest at a time?

I had a very disturbing dream earlier this week about a home invasion by the way. This is not new for me. I don’t remember dreams often but when I do they are usually about me protecting my loved ones from skollies (well either that, or flying with super powers – love those dreams!).

In this dream I was alone however. Four guys somehow broke into the house while I was working and had my earphones on. I didn’t specifically see what happened to three of them in my dream…but I do remember that I ended them with a bread knife and followed the fourth guy outside. He shot me, the asshole! And then I pressed the SOS emergency thing on my phone. Haha, probably should have done that sooner? Right? Anyway in my dream, #notavampire and my dad rocked up at the same time to my SOS. However since they’ve never met it was kind of crucial that I explain what the actual threat was. Skollie number 4 had scampered over the wall with only minor bread knife flesh wounds and I was busy painting the driveway red and starting to see spots.

At this point I passed out from blood loss in the dream and woke up from heart pulputations in the real world. Read into that what you want to. 😉

Anyway, never mind my fucked up dream where taking a bread knife to a gun fight actually seemed like a great move. It’s not. Seriously, if that’s all you have – try your best, but don’t make it your go to move. 

What I guess the point is that as dreams go, it’s not that far fetched. We have had armed robberies and home invasions up and down this street in almost every house but this one. My brother has been in multiple armed robberies (remember this?).

So I’ll wear the black on Monday. One day it may very well be for my own funeral or yours… I don’t see this getting better. And I don’t see a way out for me and my family (even if we wanted to go, which we don’t). 

We may get taken out…but we won’t go quietly. And until that day we’ll wear black when called to as the armchair activists we are.

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Now I think that I’ve really seen it all

13 September , 2017

Universe: Challenge accepted! Hold my beer.

Okay, I stand corrected…


I am so dumstruck, I don’t even know how to begin explaining this one. 

Let’s just say if there was a list and one of the options you could tick was, “Had someone fake their own death, rather dramatically, to avoid having a tough discussion with you”, I would now be able to get a point for that.

I think. 

I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure I’m not. Like 97% sure. If your going to dish up a fantastic story it’s key to keep details to a minimum or you’re just making it too easy to spot. You are going to paint yourself into a corner sooner or later, trust me. Less is more.

Anyhoo…Do you think it’s better and more appropriate to send flowers, or to hand deliver to the “deceased”? 😉

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Yeah…so this happened

12 February , 2017


I’m not going to go into the details of it…sorry, not sorry. Let’s just say we tried, hard, but we realised that we were never going to be pulling in the same direction. 

Or you could say I realised that…since I pulled the plug on it. And met no resistance, so you know…it is what it is.

It sucks, also hard, because obviously this is not how I saw or wanted this all to end up, but I’m sure with a bit of time and space we’ll all come through it.

Of course I will hopefully be writing more often. I have been a dreadful lack of  a blogger, but you know when you’re in the middle of a shit storm it’s probably a good policy to keep your mouth shut.

And that, I think, is all I have to say about this for now. 

Sorry Steve, I do love you…but it’s not enough for me to survive in these conditions.