Rumour has it that Vodacom will be launching their 3G service as soon as December. Apparently they’ll launch with a handset, and PCMCIA card, with speeds around 28mbps. MTN is supposed to get their EDGE service live around the same time, but if Vodacom does have 3G, then it’s too little too late.
I’ll be honest though, I’ll miss playing the “where does my My Wireless not work today?” game…!
Because we’re frightfully busy here at the office, all I can give you now is reassurance that the lady and I are okay, a little bruised and sore, but okay.
We were treated like absolute gold at Sun City. Everyone was always asking how we were feeling and offering to do everything for us, it was really cool!
Here’s a couple pics of what a car looks like after being ass-raped by an old lady and her mother. (Click to enlarge)
My poor VW has been diagnosed as written-off by the panelbeaters, now I’m waiting for the assessor to get there and hopefully agree.
There’s nothing quite like that new car smell.
Finally. A decision that makes some sense!
We are now allowed to purchase that most enjoyable of vices, alcohol, on Sundays. Which means, no more bulk purchases on Saturday (which I usually forget about anyway), no more trenchcoat shopping in 7-Eleven for cheap dodgy wines, no more drinking old port at Sunday braai’s, trying to look tough, no more traipsing to the pub, to sit with families and old people, no more caged Pick ‘n Pay areas, etc.
There have obviously been complaints about this:
Religion: Sunday is a day of rest and worship – for you, maybe
Bored housewives: This will increase alcohol related abuse – shut up, before I slap you
For those of you who don’t want to drink on Sundays, good for you. For the majority of the populace, Whoo hoo! Party at my place! Nobody has the right to tell me when I can and cannot drink, and let’s be honest, the old law was pretty silly to start off with.
And, a great big boo-ya to Gauteng for being the first, and a boo-ya to us for getting this super-important chunk of booze info before Splattermail.
So Sasol is sponsoring the Boks, fine. Will it make a difference? Maybe. But what the fuck is that new advert about? The one with the origin of rugby. It is nothing but a creative wank. All they’re doing is showcasing the skills of the filmmaker, and of course spending as much of the client’s money as is humanly possible, remember, the agency gets paid a percentage on everything they spend (is that not the craziest, but most profitable business model ever?). A simple image/animation with “Sasol is proud to be associated with the Springboks” would have had the same effect.
Wake up corporate South Africa, you’re getting raped by your agencies…!
This is blogged on behalf of Don, who is at this moment sitting at Sun City, with his bird, enjoying his birthday.
And I’m sure it would have been a lot better had he not had two woman drive into the back of his stopped Golf at high speed yesterday, tearing it a new one, and reducing its insides by a third. A vehicular prison rape of sorts.
True to form, though, Don left the hospital in a borrowed car, and Jan in a borrowed neck-brace, and continued his expidition to tourist hell. Crazy bastard.
Happy birthday, mate. Enjoy your new Volkswagen Smart-Car.
Expect the photo’s when he returns on Wednesday.
So I was just sitting on the crapper, enjoying some me time reading The Da Vinci Code, when the biggest Parktown Prawn I have ever seen scuttled past me. To say the least I shat myself so bad, I couldn’t.
Moments later, pants on and armed with a man sized wad of bog roll, I went on the hunt. I cornered the bastard behind the gas heater and with all the manliness I could muster I threw the toilet paper (2-ply I think), alas the beast was not beaten easy, it jumped from its papery cage with a look of pure hatred, by this time my heart was pounding a rhythm that would make any nu-metal drummer proud. My life flashed before my eyes, but just as I was about to surrender, something clicked and I pounced screaming “I’M NOT READY TO DIE!”, before I knew what I was doing I had it in the toilet paper, but I squeezed a bit tight and heard a loud popping noise. Man, I’ll never, ever, forget that smell.
It’s definitely time to move house…!
…that this prime location in Sandton still has a billboard for a show that happened over 2-months ago?
What’s more, I still don’t want to go…!
Has there ever, and I mean ever, been a funnier moment in television history than that scene in “The one where Emma cries” where Joey told Ross to punch him, so Ross punches Joey, and Joey ducks, and Ross hits his hand on a pole, and Gunther laughs at Ross, then in demonstration, Joey punches Ross, and then Ross doesn’t duck, and then Joey says sorry using the inverted comma with the hands (I fucking hate that!) thing?
I laughed until I cried, and then I laughed some more.
I think I may have even shat my pants…!
It’s hard to read, but that does say ‘Bubblegum Flavour’.
Black Cat peanutbutter, in ‘BUBBLEGUM FLAVOUR‘.
I spotted this for the first time at the grocer up the road from the office. I love peanut butter as much as, nay more, than the next guy, but the only thing I can imaging this being spread on is the inside of a toilet bowl.
Thanks, Tiger Brands.
We recently graced Michelle with our weird (in a good way) and zany presence in her dream.
Michelle, it was a pleasure having you over. Also, we have many different things here at the office, an airport terminal, unfortunately, isn’t one of them. Ya’ll come back now, ya’hear!
In some of the finest investigative journalism ever seen on South African television, (since his award winning work on the issue of male baldness) Derek Watts last night asked the following question, oh, and I’m paraphrasing from memory:
| Michael Moore has made a lot of money from his movies, and yet he still wears jeans, does this make him a hypocrite? |
That’s a good question, obviously if we take a polemic view of issues, we could deduce that the wearing of jeans by those the earn more than minimum wage is rather tendencious.
I’ve seen you in jeans before, and yet I imagine you do fairly well, are you a hypocrite Derek?
Your Pulitzer is in the post…!
Polemic (as in “controversy”) n.: a controversy (especially over a belief or dogma)
Tendencious (as in “tendentious”) adj. : having or marked by a strong tendency especially a controversial one; “a tendentious account of recent elections”; “distinguishing between verifiable fact and tendentious assertion”
Just in case you were wondering…!
Finally Celine Dion and Anne Geddes have gotten together to create the ultimate. Naked babies and revealing shots of Celine all rolled into one. A true miracle. That is so adorable – excuse me I have to hurl now.
