Just for tricks

A little game to play on those days when your triplo espresso isn't quite cutting it and other homo-sapiens suddenly look like they'd make a good first course (with lemon-pepper marinade and an accompaniment of fava beans).

When asked - "That's so unusual. What does your name mean?" - respond with random combinations of subject, verb, object. Your statements do not need to follow through logically. In fact, logic is besides the point.

In practice:
you - "Oh my name? Well, in [insert vernacular here] it means..."

possible responses -

"She who walks with the ducks"
"She who farts in the dark"
"She who is praised by the monkey-people"
"She who flies with the ants"
"She who is revered by those who revere the ones who are revered."
"She who is what she is when she's not something else"
"She who will hail the Annanuki" [queen_Lestat edit - annUnAki]

etc.

happy day.

and now you know.

First saw it at this place.
Got it from this place.
Can't wait to wear it 'coz I'm bastardy like that.

I don't know who she is but damn she cut up that cello

J and Josie Field @ Catz in Melville - Just the right order of strings and words. That Josie; decent originals and the best cover I've heard of System Of A Down's Toxicity.
J kept flicking the fringe out of his right eye but Down Again and his interpretations of Wicked Game, Uninvited and Paint It Black were worthy.
But seriously, who was the girl on the cello? I've never seen that instrument TAKEN like that. Made me all flushed and breathy.

Fracture - Hopkins again. All mindfuck and watery-blue eyes. Despite the typecast, it made for acceptable viewing. Gosling is endearing in this one.

when geek meets geek...

x: brb, busy with a remote desktop connection

y: ooo i love when you talk dirty. talk more dirty

x: er... let see..i want to defrag the drive

y: oh yes, I want to take off your bad sectors

Those singular moments of plural possibility...* **

...sometimes visit upon us when we're at our most unreceptive.

We shall refer to him as Significant-Geek or sg33k for brevity. This is what I call him when I'm trying to be cute or ironic. That or "Hey Pumpkin, you're Smashing!" Which is as emo as we get.

Sg33k's an interesting fella. Incredibly talented and hard-working, he's so focused it makes me sick. Because I'm as batty and scatter-thunk as they come. If I had a second's worth of his drive, I'd be on book four and a half.

Sg33k's also a challenge (not challenged. Although when he laughs sometimes, he has that special person look...) And I know that when he reads over that, he's going to say "bleh". That's just the kind of guy he is. A guy who says "bleh" a lot. And a guy who reads blogs. Sometimes this blog. That's kinda how we met. But I won't go into that. He's not into mush and sentiment, but he did get me my very own domain to which I gush, "You had me at www...".

So as I was saying...
singular moments blah blah
...sometimes visit upon us when we're at our most unreceptive.

'Quite smoking dammit', 'Get off facebook', 'You know, he just may be the One'; those missives hit you like hailstones in the highveld, chipping and denting, indelibly.

It only takes that moment for volumes within you to displace in eureka-fashion, sans, we hope, the running through the streets of Syracuse naked.

I've just had that moment.

And it's terrifying. Because even though the possibilities are vast and unmeasurable, it's like continental drift. The pieces can go anywhere, but back.

And now I've gone and blogged it.

There's no such thing as The One. But there is The One you choose.

And yeah, I guess I've chosen.

Bleh.




*alternative post title "the yin, the yang, and everything after" -credits to Bobby Dentist.
**oops... didn't mean to disable comments...

T(dot)G(dot)I(dot)F

George looked forward to the weekend...

...pity it wasn't his party.

I'm not feeling lucky...

... hence the need for GoogleLife.
Mountain View, are you listening?
GoogleLife: A pocketable widget that uses whatever holy algorithm you internet overlords conjure, to offer up search results for lost time and my car radio's removable face-thingie. Ideally, it should automatically index Life during sleep and be totally ad-free.

Kinda like This, but better than beta.

Tuesday tchotchkes

- Getting the mobile and macbook acquainted. Involved some power-googling, breaking out the blue-teeth and a bit of gentle persuasion in the form of scripting but it's obvious to anyone who'll see, they are soul-mates.

- Sky-tripping, road-running, contiki yippie ka yay. The Munshi's and I will bring a lil mzansi into the european equation, come June 25. Details to follow as soon as that pesky schengen gets sorted.

- Crazy housemate got evicted. No, seriously, ta-na-nas, as in medically certified (that, and 'They' were out to get her). Too much manic paranoia and there were whispers she'd been stealing the cheese. Big misunderstanding since I was the thieving so and so. That fact aside, some arcane incident involving tupperware and fruit juice proved to be the proverbials that led to a massive showdown in the communal lounge. I kinda miss her though. I didn't mind her exploding teabags in the microwave and she had that endearing quality of batty that made me feel like I wasn't alone in the world.

- Kewl words I'm looping until they just sound stupid - kaizen, ukase, argot.

"look for wisdom and you'll find it anywhere.."

I heart spam of the non-spiced-porcine variety.

Stock tips, cheap Xanax, the quadrillions I've won in Zimbabwean lotteries, the offers of easy sex and perkier mammaries, the nice people who want to give me money to help them with fund transfers; all contribute towards making me a wealthier and more desirable human being. And now these noble spammers have provided me with cogent aphorisms that simply must (must, i tell you) be shared with the rest of the blogosphere:

• If you drink, don't drive. Don't even putt.
• Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!
• A grave blockhead should always go about with a lively one -- they show one another off to the best advantage.
• It takes three to make a child.
• All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.
• Flowers are happy things.
• Politeness is the art of choosing among one's real thoughts.
• Give me one friend, just one, who meets The needs of all my varying moods.
• Fearless minds climb soonest into crowns.
• Luck? Sure. But only after long practice and only with the ability to think under pressure.
• There's only one free person in this society, and he is white and male.
• Finally, be strong in the Lord, and in the strength of His might. [Ephesians 6:10]
• The business that considers itself immune to the necessity for advertising sooner or later finds itself immune to business.

de-briefing

Friday: Lark (@88 Lounge, Norwood)- was just that.
Saturday: Sam's wedding - was all that.
Sunday: Spiderman 3 - was not that.