I just got this via email, thanks Graham:

Hehe…!

I’m a big fan of Fueled by Ramen bands, my personal favourite being The Academy is…, however I also enjoy Panic! At the disco, and of course Fall Out Boy – and if you haven’t guessed yet, it’s Fall Out Boy that’s popping over (Thanks for the head’s-up Chiquita).

One show only. 22 July – The Coca-Cola Dome (tickets).

Now, generally speaking, I’m not a fan of big concerts, gimme a night club gig any day, but I may just drag myself to this one. Let’s just see if the promoter can get a good, and well-selected local support act…!

Update: Our rocking client, Mish from Coke, got all my guys golden circle tickets for free. Good times!

Mel directed me to this old map of Jo’burg. From 1897 to be exact. Looking at the segmentation, I’m glad (most of us) don’t feel that way anymore. Have a look at the hi-res version here.

Yes, change is good.

I spotted this in Cape Town the other day (where else?). It took me a few seconds to register the absurdity of it all. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for saving the tree, but what’s with the gimpy little sliver of road on the tree’s left? I mean really, why bother?

Ah, you gotta love the Mother City, my only guess is that the work was done on a Friday afternoon…!

First, read my original review, and if you haven’t yet, read book one.
All I really have to say is that this book was as brilliant as the first, and you need simply use book one as a gauge of your imminent enjoyment of book two.

If you didn’t like book one, then please leave our blog.

Right now…!

…is when it’s a public toilet.

The end.

Climate change activists say South Africa has thus far failed to do much to address emission problems, setting a poor example to other African countries. – Link

Some 38 species of butterfly in South Africa are threatened, probably due to housing and agricultural development. - Link

Silly us.

A caring, loving father from Middelburg has had the fun and life sucked out of his fatherly duties after being charged for only being a good dad.

Good fathers teach you how to ride a bike, swim in the ocean, flirt with girls, and above all, arrange strippers for you and your mates for your 16th birthday party.

The key age when a boy becomes a man.

That integral part of a man’s life.

And now, the law has made him pay for it.

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I think it’s really, really shit. For a few reasons actually:

1. Strippers are better than clowns.

2. Clowns can’t do what the lady on the left is doing.

3. At 16, you need to see what the female form looks like naked before attempting your first romp and looking like an amateur.

4. You’re supporting single moms. Or putting them through varsity. Each a very worthy cause.

If you’re looking for some home-grown ZA strip entertainment, pop on over here.

A while ago I posted about how we Saffer’s love sex, and are good at it. There are times, however, that this just doesn’t cut it.

An SA man convicted of possessing porn and dildo’s in Zambia, where they’re illegal. - Link
A principal and teacher in Bushbuckridge are accused of sleeping with schoolkids. – Link

C’mon guys. Consensual, happy pomping. Please.

Update: It seems that non-consensual anal penetration of a woman is considered rape, but non-consensual anal penetration of a man isn’t. It’s just indecent assault. What? While the law protecting men is still a bit weary, the laws protecting women, specifically children, are getting better. Let’s just hope it helps to be more of a ‘prevention’ than just the end result after a traumatic experience.

For those of you, like me, who are sick of being excluded from the international XBox community due to the lack of support in this country, make your voice heard and go sign this petition. They’ve received over 500 signatures in 4 days, and I want to see this actually making things happen.

Do it. Right now.

I’ve been sharing this with a number of people over the past week or so, and thought I’d share it with you then too.

How to kick-start your body’s system and fight the sniffles? Drop 1x Corenza C and 1x Cal-C-Vita into a glass of water. Wait for the fuzzy effervescent tablets to fully evaporate and down that sucker with a purpose!

Have about three of these a day.

Beats wasting time stopping in at your GP and getting other crazy stuff prescribed for you. It’s easier, it’s cheaper, and it tastes good too.

Bottoms up!

Caught at the gym this morning. This dude clearly wants to intimidate any people wanting to get onto the bikes. He wore his yellow jersey with pride.

Maybe Rich…! (on the cross trainer on the left, along with his Personal Trainer Alex) will take the title for tomorrow? Hmm.

Some oke thinks he knows blogging. Here’s a response. Here’s a response. And another. Yet another. And one more for good measure.

If this was his plan, it worked. Good on ya. There’s plenty more links about your article than the ones above. Now people actually know your name.

For the record: The Jo’bloggers are far from sex-starved. Please don’t try push us into that group.

One of Dan’s new neighbours decided to call a friendly meet-and-greet of sorts this weekend. Although the timing was a bit odd. 00:15 AM this morning. What was also very bizarre was the invitation. Very original. It went something like this:

:: scuffle scuffle ::
:: DOOR SLAM ::
“NO NO NO NO!”
:: hand pushing window open ::
“HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I’M IN 54! HELP ME!!!”
:: scuffle scuffle ::
:: silence… ::

WTF?

There’s something about a blood-curdling scream for help that can get you out of your coma-like status of sleep, grabbing a baton and racing outside ready to fuck someone’s shit up while half naked in the cold of night.

When Dan got outside (after Pam set off the alarm and screamed toward the house to try make the intruder/perpertrator stop whatever he/she was doing) the noise had ceased. No slamming doors. No scuffling. No screaming. Nothing at all. Now that is more scary than the screaming. Now he didn’t know what was going on.

Dan raced around the corner to the entrance of his neighbour’s house to find ADT and another neighbour or two hanging about. One of the others had a baton too. Dan felt cool. Like he was in. Anyhoo, to cut a long, drawn out story short, they waited, then waited some more. ADT couldn’t go inside because the house wasn’t one of their clients, which is understandable. But numerous buzzing on the intercom didn’t get any response.

When the police finally arrived, they buzzed once or twice, and the garage opened. Dan, to be honest, crapped himself a bit. This person could have just slaughtered his wife/girlfriend and could possibly decide to open up on police/neighbours with a big old gun. Not cool.

The guy, dressed up like he’d just come from a fancy shmancy event, escorted the police, ADT and one of our own security guards through the garage. A minute later the ADT and security guys walked out and told Dan, Pam and the neighbours that ‘their was a misunderstanding’, she had been beaten up, by him, but she’s not pressing charges. They left before the police left the house.

Funny thing about this meet-and-greet was that Dan never got to meet the hostess. Quite strange.

About five minutes later, already tucked in bed, Dan and Pam heard a door slam, lock, then there was silence.

Dan lay in bed a while waiting for more noise. Waiting for someone to scream again. Jump the wall. Anything. But it never came. He thought to himself: “Is this the kind of place we’ve bought into? Is our new ADT alarm system really all it’s cracked up to be? There was silence in the house even before ADT phoned us. Yes, it was a domestic affair, but still, anything could happen.”

Dan’s head was filled with thoughts of their safety. What can he do? Dan has decided to phone the Home Owners Association and find out what can be done. He is far from a nosy neighbour, but when someone is screaming for help, you’re invited into that particular event, and feel responsible if shit goes bad.

What to do…

Update: Dan spoke to the security earlier. The offender told him ‘he made quite a noise last night arguing with his wife and someone behind them (Dan and Pam) called the police, and he’s quite upset’. What? The woman was screaming blue murder! Made quite a noise arguing. Right.

The quality. Location. The stories behind them. There’s something extra-specially cool about telling someone your story, and halfway through they say ‘Hey we heard all about you last night!’ and then extends their hand out for a congratulatory-good-to-meet-you-type handshake (thanks Mish).

What’s even way more cooler than that is when that particular person is Chris from 3 Doors Down.

Last night, for the first time during the tour, I got to hang out and chill with all the international bands on the My Coke Fest line-up. I’ve been filming and editing a daily video diary for the My Coke Fest Superfans. Every night they’ve been partying with the bands and I’ve been in my room editing. Last night, our last night of the tour, I made sure I was finished in time to get to the party.

Checked off my To-Do list: Chill and chat with Staind, Hoobastank and 3 Doors Down. So awesome.