First things first: the Stormers won! To all you haters and doubters, put that in your bong and smoke it! There’s a reason I’m looking…
Today is that day when worms emerge from the wood work, people that
havent beeen seen or heard in ages, ressurect, smiling, fluttering
eyelids like the wings of a butterfly, rather, moth, trynna make nice so
you get a nigg@z shit.
The US Army belatedly realised they should have heeded the warning on Imhotep’s tomb…
My continued absence might have escaped most of your attention, but it is with a certain amount of trepidation that I assert that I am still in the land of the living.
So you think you’re special? You’re just another blogger, man. You’re just another tiny fish in an ocean whose depth and magnitude you can barely comprehend. You? Phytoplankton (look it up, fool).
Actually, these are about half the lessons I learnt over the weekend, but I thought these were the most pertinent. The rest aren’t really worth sharing, unless you wanna hear all about burnt spaghetti and how not to get laid.
The world cup cricket is coming soon – and with that Joe Black will be relocating to the islands in March – Bon Voyage son. I have been reading a lot of articles about the WCC and just for your info I got my dollars on the West Indies cricket team – those black brothers are solid and yeah ladies if you want to see some fine brothers that’s the team to watch.
Been watching a lot of DVD movies lately. Besides the fact I don’t currently have DSTV, the options are BTV and DeadBC, and I can only watch BTV on Thursday nights. West Wing, baby. ZBC? Never – at least not till the football season starts.
In addition to all the problems we’ve had recently with our hosting, from database hiccups to funny DNS changes, our mail hasn’t been working either. For the past three weeks.
So, you might be curious about what I got up to over the holidays. And if you’re not, you’re fecked cos I’m gonna tell you anyway.
Okay, someone/thing at my host managed to kill my domain, so we’ve been down for nearly a week. And yeah, for a (ex-)sysadmin to have hosting issues is kinda, well, shit.
So, didnt I almost find myself in a body bag Friday evening. You know how I have a versus with white people and Japs (fecking Japs, but I’m trying to be polite) and I jump at anything that is brown skinned. Anyway, I met this guy from Ghana a few days ago, and he seemed decent enough. Although the writing was definitely on the wall when he told me that he loved me less than 24 hours after we had met. That is never a good sign. On any day of the week!