Is News24 trying to steal the Awards? If so, you’ve got today to claim them back.

The Great South African Blog-Off!

…Just don’t fucking spam me in the first place.

We’ve discussed this before…!

I saw this guy as I was leaving the office the other day, and I hand to wonder what he was thinking when he chose the horse as the icon for his dental technology business.

Yup, sure inspires confidence…!

Update: Of course, as Fran pointed out, maybe Equine Dental Tech. is not just a name, maybe he actually works on horse’s teeth. Fuck me, do I feel stoopid *blush*.

So I think I might have almost been scammed. Or not. You tell me.

A guy from England phoned me up and said he was from some web hosting company, and they were concerned with an applicant choosing a name similar to my site. They didn’t have the same company name, but the domain name was very similar, adding either a hyphen in between the name, or an ‘sa’ at the end. I couldn’t hear what this dude was saying so he transfered me to their legal department, a nice lady called Laura answered.

So I said “If they’re a plumbing company that’s fine, they can use it with pleasure”, but Laura then told me that they do video production.

Wait.
A.
Minute.

Some random company, with a company name not similar to mine, but wanting a similar domain name? Are they trying to steal my business? Or possible clients? Are they trying to steal my identity? Or was I almost the shmuck who paid £200 to secure a domain name so these punks don’t get it?

I typed in two URL’s that she told me she went to to see their site, but got nothing.

Like I said, you tell me.

Local punk rock band Fokofpolisiekar is at the centre of a religious scandal started when guitarist Wynand Myburgh wrote “Fuck God” on some guy’s wallet. From IOL…

So here’s my problem, I don’t want to be seen as advocating hate-statements of any kind, regardless of my own personal beliefs. However, having said that, how can people immediately jump to the conclusion that the statement “Fuck God” is anti-Christian? To do that is to make a pretty big assumption regarding the ownership of “God” in this debate, and given the statement, it’s safe to say that Myburgh is not a religious guy himself (although he was), thus would not be reffering to any specific god, but rather the concept of god in and of itself.

In the excerpt above, it states that the debate was about religion, so surely “God” in that context could belong to any of the religions, be they Mulsim, Christian, Judaism or any of the world’s other many deity worshipping groups.

I would thus argue that the statement could be seen then as anti-religion, and not anti-christian, and my guess is that that concept would not warrant or receive the backlash that was given here.

My suggestion to the Christians offended is simple, follow your bible and stop the hate-campaign (two R40k adverts in the Beeld + other pressures). That’s not your job. No, rather spend your time and efforts doing good things, and as far as these guys go:

Let god be the judge…!

And now advertisers have latched on.

Caught on the M1 earlier. Hehe.

A few years ago we showed the world just how rock n roll we could be.

Then at Massive Mix this weekend we shared the stage with the likes of Metallica, Seether, Collective Soul, Simple Plan and The Rasmus.

Of course it may have been something to do with the fact that we made the vid.

Me, I think it was just great casting…!

Haha, thanks bro.

More (better) pics here…!

So a few weeks ago Jay Bones from Fuzi mailed me and asked if he could use our limo for a Fat Wreck Chords band they were bringing out, he was tight-lipped about who it was but assured me I’d be stoked.

Then this morning I read that it’s Lagwagon. LAGWAGON! Fuck me backwards, these guys are one of the best punk bands ever… seriously, I have every bloody CD (even the shitty early ones). They are touring in July, don’t miss it.

Hey Bones, they car’s your bro…!

You will need:
2 x dogs
1 x dirty old rope
1 x garden big enough to walk around

Directions:
1. Strap the rope to one foot.
2. Start walking around your garden. You can alternate between circles, figure 8′s or random, it’s totally up to you.
3. Your dogs will follow, grabbing onto the rope.
4. Drag dogs around the garden until your leg hurts.
5. Switch rope to the other leg.
6. Repeat steps 2 – 4.
7. Remove rope and hand over to your dogs to continue their fun without you.

It’s a great leg workout, great to build strength in your dogs’ jaws, and it must be a great spectator sport.

My wife just mailed me this pic with the above mentioned subject line:

Aah, the joys of public transport…!

For those of you lucky enough to live near our Durban brother, do yourself a favour and pop past Gateway. When you’re there treat yourself to the Fillet Teriyaki from Tare Panda (must be cooked by Jose), then head off shopping at Lady and the Punk.

It’s a small store run buy a young couple. She designs for the Lady (Luv Lisa), and he designs for the Punk (Rookie). I didn’t look at her stuff much, but his gear is fucking bitchin’. The clothing is all hand made in Durbs, is great quality, and makes me look quite goh-jaas.

He’s supposed to be sending me pics of his new range when it launches later this week, I’ll post em if he does…!

(five cyclists giving us the finger)

Okay, so I know my last post gave 2oceansvibe a bit of shit. But fuck me, I laughed so hard I had snot issues when I read their latest post…

and later…

I gotta say it, I fucking hate those cyclists (you’re okay Martin, as long as you don’t wear the shorts). Actually on that point, I guess its not the actual cyclists that bother me so much as the clothes. I’m mean really, there’s nothing worse that seeing some fat bastard wearing body-hugging lycra, y’know, just so he’s better streamlined.

Oh, and they have shitty runt legs.

Get a BMX…!

Ah yes folks, it’s that time again.

Last year’s debate on blogging with the 20ceansvibe army was most entertaining, this year’s debate on podcasting could be equally so.

You see theoretically 2oceansvibe have launched a podcast (note the permalink):

Thing is, this isn’t really a podcast, it’s just streaming media. and it definitely wouldn’t be SA’s first even if it was.

The fundamental principal of a podcast is that it isn’t streaming, it’s a file with an RSS feed that a user can download to a device of their choice and listen to when they want it. What amazes me is that they link to a definition of podcasting that they have totally ignored:

C’mon lads, don’t insult us, a bit of homework first please…!

Will it be bigger than last year? Who will win what? Will Jinja and Wezzo abuse the sponsored bar tab and crash Wezzo’s car again? Could anyone be as hot as these four men?

Tomorrow night. Can’t wait.

Midway through a bunny hop my bike developed an identity crisis; bloody thing thought it was a unicycle.

Consider my pants duly shat…!

After 3-years of loyal use of (about 5 different) 12″PowerBooks, I’m now the proud owner of a sexy as hell 2.0GHz Intel Core Duo Mac Book Pro. It’s a 15.4″model which is a bit of a pain but beggars cant be choosers eh?

Oddly enough the bit that I like the most is the MagSafe connector. Shit, I could play with it for hours…

And I probably will…!

Update: Don’t be jealous, I fekking hate this piece of shit, including the damn power adapter!

Three weeks, three brand new tyres.

Rain, rain, go away, come again when I’m driving Big Foot and don’t have to worry about potholes.

Ta.

Unlike my suggestive title, we only stayed until midnight, but what a night!

I am happily surprised at the state of local music at the moment. Dragged from my house the other night to a friends birthday party, we rolled up at Midrand finest dance club, The Groovebar, for the Mentals Inc DVD launch. I’m not going to bore you with the details.

Four bands. Four marvellous bands.

First, Bloodline, an aggressive post-hardcore band, with all the riffing beauty of Killswitch Engage, and the vented anger of Sick Of It All. Also, I once made the huge, tattooed singer hit himself in the head with a beer crate for a drink, when he wasn’t quite so huge and tattooed. I thought that was pretty cool.

Then came The Diesel Whores (the resulting bastard offspring if The Pixies and Johnny Cash were blood relatives and they ever had filthy, unprotected, drug-swaddled sex, for the few of you who don’t know). They were their usual. Raw. And good.

But the surprise came with The Slashdogs. Their recent accolade of Best Local Album is not undeserved. They were fi-nom-in-al. They rocked. They made people bleed. Well written, well executed, things most bands think they need to do only one of. We used to work with one of them, but what a rocker he turned out to be. You have to see this band live. You’ll understand when you have.

There’s hope for this country yet. People will have a lot less trouble prying my fingers from the inside of my door frame the next time an live show takes place. We’re different enough to be note worthy, and capable enough for that not to be a bad thing.

Fuzigish played, too. But we missed them. I heard good things, though.

Technorati Tags: Fuzigish, South African Music, Diesel Whores, Local Music, Slashdogs

I was going through my very backdated NetNewsWire just now (catching up on posts and gossip, so I can actually be involved in the conversations on Thursday, and not just “that hot guy getting drunk over there”, like last time), and I stumbled across this gem on Tinderblog. Apparently it really works.

Now if I can only get the balls to try it (I receive about 25 spam mails a day). We all know what happens, though, as soon as you confirm you’re a live target… I’m like a scared kid with a big cracker and a match.

Someone else try it, and let me know what happens.