Just saw this pic over at HAM:

Yeah, so I know they don’t fly the planes, but it still make’s you think.

Enjoy your flight, you’re safe, really…!

Allan Heyl, the only living member of the notorious Stander gang, will be set free from prison on Wednesday, after serving more than 20 of his 33-year sentence.

I heard on 5fm this morning that he’s looking to become a motivational speaker on not to do crime.

I love when people do that.

( :: in sci-fi robotic voice :: )

Kids, having to talk with a steel box stuck to your neck isn’t cool. Say ‘no’ to cigarettes.

I bought my first pair of DVS‘s the other day. A nice, comfy sneaker with, as you can see, well-placed sections of a clean, brown suede. I not only like them for their look and comfort however, I really like them for this:



A stash pocket. How cool. I’ll never use it though, but think of all the stoner skater kids out there going out and buying these sneakers for this one purpose.

Brilliant.

Sorry, really, but I just received a second “thank you” letter for a certain job Missing Link worked on a few months ago. You may have read about it in our comments.

Here’s the salt pal…!

I want these babies in my house. In my study, next to the lamp. Oh yeah. A little unpractical but who cares.

(Link via Joystiq)

This morning I was listening to 702 talking about the increased amount of smash and grab crimes reported in Jo’burg’s northern suburbs. Makes me glad we splashed out all of R50.00 for this bad boy at the Rand Show:

(Sorry, I can’t find the guy’s details)

I love small, clever innovations like this, very cool…!

I received a mail today from a colleague, stating his objectives for a job we’re working on. Right at the end was a line,
“Please read through this and let me know if my thinking is correct”

Right at the end.

And I was all like, “Dude, that’s a little redundant. The only way I could have read that line would be to have read through the rest first!”

But, seriously folks…

Is nothing safe in South Africa anymore? Looks like someone has stolen my "../"! Not even a name is safe anymore…

Feel like watching a local new business as it unfolds (it’s a rad process, I’ve done it myself)? You can over at 2plus2isfive. Oh, and start at the first post, I’ll just take you 5-mins to catch up.

It’s addictive, in a geeky, businessy way.

Like Earthcore, without the dead people…!

After Rich…! sent me northwards to Uganda last week, stopping in Zambia and Malawi for refuelling, he thought it appropriate to send me southwards this week to Cape Town and P.E.

What a day today was…

My flight was delayed an hour, (don’t you love Kulula?), and I sat, waiting, listening to two old grannies talking about what an amazing thing SMS-ing is. Riveting!

Then we finally boarded, and I had the great pleasure of sitting next to Shakin’ Stevens the Armrest Thief. Mrs Stevens* shook like a dog shitting razorblades. She rocked me to sleep before the plane pushed back! Then Mr Stevens* proceeded to read everything he saw, out loud, in an Afrikaans accent.

“Hmm, push-pressed fruit,” he said, as the drinks trolley stopped next to him.

“The best seafood the Cape has to offer,” he hollered as he paged through his in-flight magazine.

I fell asleep as soon as I could.

When I awoke I was quite surprised to see the ground awfully close to our plane. We landed, I cried. Then we sat.

People passed from rows behind me, and I was stuck by the window, blocked by the Stevens’. I wanted to ask, “Are you waiting for assistance?”, but it would’ve sounded like, “Hey! Shaky Shakerson! Are you waiting for someone to move your tubby ass outta here ‘cos you’re a tubby shaker shaky-poo?!? I decided against it, and waited. Eventually, in her best I-can-like-to-spoke-English accent, Mrs Stevens said, “Would you like to pass? We waiting for assistance.” I jumped up and ran like the devil was after me pot’o'gold. Hello Cape Town!

Now I’m in PE. Shame. This place makes people bitter. And I’ve only been here for 2 hours…

* Not their real names

Two great new (to me anyway) South African business blogs:

The first, called Future Bank, is from three Standard Bank employees writing in their personal capacity about "technology innovation in the South African financial service industry". At last, corp-types with vision, and balls. Too much respect.

(Just one thing guys, truncated feeds are horrid, full feeds please – ta.)

The other is from the tomorrotoday.biz crowd, their blog covers a range of topics "helping you to transition into the connection economy." Very good reading.

These are big deals for me, especially the former, it’s the first of its kind for Scoble style blogging in South Africa.

More power to you…!

A 17-year old teen has been arrested for attempted murder and reckless driving after he and his girlfriend were getting jiggy in his mom’s car, outside a church, and then being chased by police. A lot.

I reckon he has staying-power of note, ‘cos no man would have that kind of energy, or need, to run away from the cops after shooting his load! Trooper!

Ian Fraiser wants to off old Thabo because, he says, “he’s a dick” (nb. if anything happens to The Pres, fuck blogging ethics, I’m deleting this post) This is where I started wondering if perhaps his blog was hacked, because he went on to say:

Dude, are you on crack?

I’m shitting myself for you…!

Update: Well fuck me, the post has been deleted.

So here’s the deal, I was second in line at Truworths, Cresta earlier, waiting to pay for a watch. The guy in front of me twice tried to get the teller’s attention. The dude just flat out ignored him. After 15-minutes (I shit you not) I got pissed and tried calling the guy,

“Hey bro, is there anyone else than can help us?”

He glanced at me with irritation then carried on with what he was doing. Now I was seriously fucked off, so I walked up to him and asked him why he was ignoring me. Without looking up he replied, “I’m concentrating”.

So I get back in line, take out my camera, and start taking pictures. Within 5-seconds there’s a manager asking me what I’m doing. It amazes me that they’re that quick to notice someone taking a picture, but they’ll not notice people waiting ridiculous lengths of time in a queue.

Seriously Truworths, you need to review hiring practices…!

Taking a page out of Martin’s book, I’m monster.com-ing Jo’blog today.

We’re looking for video editors and flash animators; the hours suck, I’m a prick, and your life will cease to be your own.

Still keen? Forget CV’s, just send me reasons.

Oh and tattoo’s aren’t required, they just help…!

Okay, so this is a bit late, sorry, but this weekend I went to two great gigs, both at Roxys.

The first was on Friday to watch the brilliant Neshamah, up from Cape Town for the weekend, crazy fucking pit, I was in my element. Sadly I missed Slashdogs, however I had a great time skanking it up to Fuzi later.

On Sunday Don and I went back to watch Humphrey the teacup, shit but these guys have come a long way. The highlight of their set was, of course, when they played “Richard’s song”, I moshed, I cried.

I also got to see the old Dismissed, awesome, and the new manifestation of Groinchurn; Insek, crazy good stuff.

Shit, it was great to be back…!

Uber-designer Martin from d2 has created a very cool birthday gift blog-makeover for Rox in the City (while you’re there, why not sign-up for the geek dinner).

I didn’t even get a card…!