… with myself on this long, long weekend? The prospect of sitting on my arse until Wednesday is pretty attractive, since I CANnot afford to go away on holiday!
Oh well, there’s beers in the fridge, sport on the telly and a pretty girl to rub my (ever-expanding) belly. I reckon I’ll make a weekend of it, then.
Also, I decided (again) to quit Bookface yesterday, cos it was getting really annoying. I like to be left alone to my own devices, and all those bladdy notifications about their really crappy new interface … I quit.
I just wish I could actually REMOVE my account, not bladdy “de-activate”.
Also, who else watched the Olympics opening ceremony? It was amazing, those commies really pulled all the stops. And worth every penny too, I reckon. Way to shame your detractors, China.
And now Russia has invaded Georgia. Just when everyone is on holiday at the Games. Wow.
Get your maths right, people. Governor Gideon Gono (aka GGG) has slashed TEN zeros from the Zimbabwean currency (in addition to the the three he removed last time0.
Now, you’d think this would be done in multiples of three. That would make accounting sense, wouldn’t it? COMMON sense, really. You do your maths in grades of threes, from thousands, millions and so forth.
But not our Reserve Bank, no. In a collosal effort to confuse an entire nation (not forgetting an entire planet of bemused onlookers) they remove TEN.
So, in essence, your 100,000,000,000.00 (a hundred billion) becomes ten dollars. A trillion becomes (let’s see, one, two …) 100 bucks, so to have a thousand Zimbabwe dollars you need ten trillion right now.
Wow. You couldn’t make it up.
I had a great weekend, my fellow Happy Mutants, and I hope you had one too. I got to hang out with my favourite girl, all weekend, and that’s enough to keep any simple man happy. Too bad I’m anything but simple, eh?
Saturday was a bit of a bitch, though. From New Zealand taking it up ye olde rectum in the morning (34-19 to the Wallabies? In 2008? Guys?!?), to Harare Sports Club giving up two tries in the dying minutes masikati … wasn’t my rugby weekend, really.
On the plus, We got to hang out with my Big Sis Evonne, who is nutty as ever and sweetness to boot.
And now it’s Monday. Here we go again. Fuck.
Anyone who knows me will notice that I tend to pick up on sometimes random nuances in any given conversation or situation.
Usually this translates to mocking of Shonglish pronunciation (”I am going to bird”) or roaring sarcasm at the idiocy of sports commentary. I even talk like a kid sometimes, just to make my niece sound intelligent.
So I couldn’t help noticing a few things during the now-infamous ‘pact’ signing ceremony at the Sheraton yesterday. One, of course, being the fact that it was held at the Sheraton instead of Zimbabwe House. Hmmm.
“… the president of Zanu-PF party, Comrade Robert Mugabe”.
Well. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard anyone in the MDC call your uncle “Comrade”. Interesting.
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On another note, what’s this all about, anyway? People are hailing this as some sort of New Dawn of Hope for Zimbabwe. Really? Surely all they’ve done is agree to talk … haven’t they been talking for three years?
If anything, this all seems awfully familiar, given the events of the eighties and the eventual emasculation and wholesale rapage of a certain vibrant political party?
And does anyone really believe that Some are suddenly willing to make concessions, considering the events of the past four months and Their blatant refusal to either consider the much-vaunted Will of the People, or to put said People before petty personal power-grabbing and partisan political pandering?
Am I alone in being just a leeeetle bit sceptical?
P.S. Shout-out to my nigga Simba Makoni, Crown Prince of Nomansland. How’s the view from the cheap seats?
