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.
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!
I have a friend from work who is a real party animal, so I decided to join her in her escapades, and maybe pick up a slutty trick or two (the Aefro repertoire is becoming rapidly threadbare).
Zim is facing a five-game shutout by Bangladesh, with three games down and the series already wrapped. I don’t know about you, but I think this is fecked up on so many levels.
Being here in the land of the rising sun, its not often that I get to bring out my size 9 dancing shoes. So anywyay, I went to a party a couple of weeks back where I met a white guy. Never having partaken of the fruits of the lighter skinned brothers I must admit I was keen.
It seems my database was….uhm…corrupted either early Thursday or late Wednesday. Whatever happened, you couldn’t open any stories and comments. Which, as you’ve probably guessed, managed to really feck me off.
Not just lyrics from a crap Steve Winwood song, but the song I’m singing today cos LIVERPOOL WON IN THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE!
Well, what a weekend. That’s the thing about Hahaharare, it never ceases to amaze. There’s always somethin goin’ on, and you can’t afford to fall asleep. Shuck and jive, that’s the way to survive. I’ll tell you why.
Those who know me well, will know I’m a Western Province fan. They’d also know I’m notoriously fickle when it comes to “second” teams, so just ‘cos Free State won the thing last time, and I can’t stand the Bulls, I was rooting orange for the Currie Cup final on Saturday.
After reading all the stories about TelOne killing the Internets, and how Zimbabwe was now even more isolated as a result, I wasn’t surprised to come into the office this morning and find……no emails.
I had an accident over the weekend. Not what’s you’d expect, like the crash-bang-thud-twisted-metal-body-parts-everywhere kind. Nope, this was a self-infilicted bout of indigestion, probably resulting from an unhealthy mix of whole grain mustard, chillies, peppers and dodgy beef. Bad.