Month: February 2008

  • Clockwise or Anti-clockwise?


    If the lady isn’t spinning, click on her and try again.
    (And no, I don’t mean anything else by it. Naughty!)

    You can actually see her spinning in either direction. Something to do with shifting dominance of brain hemispheres.

    If initially she spins clockwise, you’re a left-brainer.
    Anti-clockwise makes you a right-brainer.
    Shifting between the two hemispheres makes her do a “matrix”-like glitch/switch.

    I tried it with Nakkie and me watching at the same time – it’s not the gif that changes. We saw her spinning in different directions – and switching at different times.

    very cool.

  • and for fun…

    Dad went to doe some surveying in the Karoo yesterday morning. At around 5PM he sends us this MMS: At around lunch-time, about 40m into the river (roughly 8m from the edge), the F250 took a dive. A local tried to tow it out with his Toyota 4×4 bakkie (pick-up), but could only manage to stir the water. A tractor snapped a steel cable (twice) before dragging the beast out to dry land.

    She be busted.

    I drove through to Van Wyksdorp at 9PM, picked up the crew just after midnight and headed back home. I’m a bit tired this morning, but I feel “connected” again.
    If ever you need to touch base and get a bit of grounding – take a midnight run under the stars.

  • A random selection from engrish.com

    Tarzan not understand…
    ??
    hehe – wonder what happens with Modern Cool?
    without reserve, they say
    I’d say that counts

    I hear you!
    There’s a league?
    I don’t even know if I can post this…
    … but this makes it better?

    Click on through to www.engrish.com and amuse yourself… ;0)

  • Found on engrish.com

    And if you’re dead, please go to hospital…
    Hey, you gotta do your part…

    Blogged with Flock

  • Range Rover Scam?


    My Mom received this exciting mail (from Canada) in the post this morning. It seems she’s almost, definitively, good as forshitsure won a Range Rover (from the UK). All she has to do is send one Olivia Simpson-Scott (Director of Vehicle Transfers) at “Seaboard Guaranty & Consignment”, somewhere in Radstock in the UK.

    Google has no record of any of the data – so maybe Land Rover should check this out.
    (And here we thought all the 419 Scams cam from Nigeria!)

  • I missed it!!!


    I have no idea how it happened – but I missed my blog’s 1st birthday!
    Yep, my blog was one year old on the 11th :0)

    How strange…

    Looking at today’s post one year ago, I’m amazed at the about-face in content. It seems I’m in danger of loosing my Nerd-badge!

    Be that as it may, it’s been a happy year online – filled with intrigue, fun and new friendships.

    Hip! Hip! Hoorah!
    (Or “Hooray!”, if you’re American *wink*)

  • I spy with my little eye

    Browsing through some photostreams on my People sidebar in Flock, I recognized myself in Tresblue’s “Second Mossel Bay Seminar” set. It was an Internet Marketing seminar he hosted for the company webactiv8 – which I thoroughly enjoyed and, as a matter of fact, seriously motivated me to nurture my (then fledgling) blog.

    Kudos!

    Now for the pics:

    Yes, I wear crocks with socs in winter.
    I am multitask.
    I say the darnest things…
    (mind the emerging bald patch)
    We giggle, we learn.
  • Cher

    http://youtube.com/v/rZ01-aqXOdM

    If I could come back as a drag queen, in my next life – I’d want to be Cher!

  • Funny joke, but…

    A woman has an affair during the day while her husband is at work. Her nine-year-old son comes home unexpectedly, sees the illegal lovers and hides in the bedroom cupboard to watch. Then the woman’s husband unexpectedly comes home.

    She hides her lover in the cupboard, not realizing that her little boy is in there already.
    The little Boy says: “Dark in here.”
    The Man says: “Yes, it is.”
    Boy: “I have a soccer ball, do you want to buy it?”
    Man: “No, thanks.”
    Boy: “My dad’s outside, I’ll call him if you don’t buy it!”
    Man: “OK, how much?”
    Boy: “R250-00.”

    A few weeks later it happened again and the boy and the lover were in the cupboard together again.
    Boy: “Dark in here”.
    Man: “Yes, it is.”
    Boy: “I have soccer boots.”
    The Man, remembering the last time, asks the boy: “How much?”
    The Boy says:”R750-00.”
    The Man says: “Fine, I will buy them.”

    A few days later, the Father says to the boy: “Grab your ball and boots, let’s go outside and have a game.”
    The Boy says: “I can’t, I sold them for R1000.”
    The Father says: “That’s terrible to overcharge your friends like that… R1000 is way more than those two things cost. I’m going to take you to church and make you confess your sins.” They go to church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.

    The Boy says: “Dark in here.”
    The Priest says: “Don’t start that sh!t again! This is my church and not your father’s house!”

    —————————-

    I got this joke in my inbox today – gave me a good giggle. But the punch-line bugged me, somehow. I tried to shrug it off and get some work done – but the gnawing in my mind kept getting worse.

    I finally gave up and tried to figure out what was going on. Then it hit me:

    “This is My church and not your Father’s House…”

    Now I’m not going to make a soap-box moment of this – but I realized that this sentence holds the key to a great revelation. I’m still hacking at the lock, but it feels like most of the unhappiness in the world is caused by a similar mentality:

    This is MY church and NOT your Father’s House.
    This is MY presidency, MY company, MY rules…

    The answer to serenity, peace and harmony is, of course, the antithesis:

    “This is NOT my church, but your Father’s House.”

    May God, as you understand God, reclaim the Place you need from those who deny you yourself.