Wednesday, October 31, 2007
And it's a warm welcome to...
my baby, who has just recently set up her own blogspot...
Check it out here...
Keep the posts coming in, babe... xoxoxo
Check it out here...
Keep the posts coming in, babe... xoxoxo
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Update on Lucky Dube murder...
Today, only four days since Lucky Dube was gunned down at his home in what police are saying was an attempted carjacking, four suspects are appearing in court on various charges ranging from attempted murder, murder and possession of an unlicenced weapon.
It amazes me to see that, when they want to and when they get their fingers out their collective arses, that our police force can actually get something done quickly.
Or is it just as a result of every South African's favourite reggae star being assassinated?
It amazes me to see that, when they want to and when they get their fingers out their collective arses, that our police force can actually get something done quickly.
Or is it just as a result of every South African's favourite reggae star being assassinated?
Monday, October 22, 2007
For anyone who still thinks it was a try...
SORRY FOR YOU!!!!
As soon as Cueto went over the line, I called it out, even from the angle we originally saw from the front.
Too fuckin' bad...Springboks deservedly won...get over it...move on...try harder next time...
As soon as Cueto went over the line, I called it out, even from the angle we originally saw from the front.
Too fuckin' bad...Springboks deservedly won...get over it...move on...try harder next time...
Friday, October 19, 2007
Karma Lennon....here's one for you girl...
I was sent this by a mate who knows that I'm also feeling a little down today (for some unknown reason)...
The Daffodil Principle
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive. "I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.
"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears and then I'm heading for home!"
"But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "Please turn around."
"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read "Daffodil Garden". We got out of the car, each took a child's hand and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink and saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn.
"Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.
On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking", was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet and one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958".
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.
That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time – often just one baby-step at time – and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.
She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"
Use the Daffodil Principle…
Stop waiting...
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die...
There is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt and Dance like no one's watching.
If you want to brighten someone's day, pass this on to someone special.
Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!
The Daffodil Principle
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive. "I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.
"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears and then I'm heading for home!"
"But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "Please turn around."
"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read "Daffodil Garden". We got out of the car, each took a child's hand and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink and saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers."Who did this?" I asked Carolyn.
"Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.
On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking", was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet and one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958".
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.
That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time – often just one baby-step at time – and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.
She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"
Use the Daffodil Principle…
Stop waiting...
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die...
There is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt and Dance like no one's watching.
If you want to brighten someone's day, pass this on to someone special.
Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!
According to Fishman...
this is the original of my Dr Phil picture below. I think I prefer his version...
And no, I'm not going to translate it...
And no, I'm not going to translate it...
Another George W email just came in...
It reads:
Dear DMDad...A number of people say I fucked up real bad in New Orleans following the floods. Any ideas? Regards. George W (president of the world)
To which I replied:
Dear George W...let's say that arriving in a Sherman tank, stogie hanging out the side of your mouth looking like Donald Sutherland in Kelly's Heroes, was perhaps not your finest moment. Also, the fishing rod disguised as an aerial was really badly done...even I picked up on that, you dumb fuck... Warmest Regards. DMDad.
Dear DMDad...A number of people say I fucked up real bad in New Orleans following the floods. Any ideas? Regards. George W (president of the world)
To which I replied:
Dear George W...let's say that arriving in a Sherman tank, stogie hanging out the side of your mouth looking like Donald Sutherland in Kelly's Heroes, was perhaps not your finest moment. Also, the fishing rod disguised as an aerial was really badly done...even I picked up on that, you dumb fuck... Warmest Regards. DMDad.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
It's George W again...
This time, George W writes:
Dear DMDad, Don't you think Condoleeza Rice has a cute arse? Regards George W (president of the world)
In response, I sent him:
Dear George W... For a small horse, probably, but then I'm not into beastiality (you may be though, judging by your question). By the way, who dreamed up the name "Condoleeza"? Sounds like she was conceived in a little Italian rowing boat, for fuck sake. Warmest Regards...DM Dad
Dear DMDad, Don't you think Condoleeza Rice has a cute arse? Regards George W (president of the world)
In response, I sent him:
Dear George W... For a small horse, probably, but then I'm not into beastiality (you may be though, judging by your question). By the way, who dreamed up the name "Condoleeza"? Sounds like she was conceived in a little Italian rowing boat, for fuck sake. Warmest Regards...DM Dad
A word of encouragement for the 'Boks for the weekend...
Translation of the last two words..."Fuck them up"...
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
George W Bush...
has taken to writing to me on a regular basis, asking advice on numerous things that he thinks are affecting his presidency of the world. In keeping with my desire to communicate with lower species of animal without the use of a microscope, I've decided to respond to his emails and show the world just how cared about him I am...
Recently, George W wrote...
"Dear DmDad...Is it just me, or does the world hate me? Regards. George W (president of the world)"
My caring response...
"Dear George W...it's just you, George. The world hates just you... Warmest Regards. DmDad"
Stay tuned for more of these interesting emails...
Recently, George W wrote...
"Dear DmDad...Is it just me, or does the world hate me? Regards. George W (president of the world)"
My caring response...
"Dear George W...it's just you, George. The world hates just you... Warmest Regards. DmDad"
Stay tuned for more of these interesting emails...
Monday, October 15, 2007
It's my Brother From Another Mother's birthday today...
so everyone stand up, turn around and moon Mr D, as he's known for the benefit of this posting.
This man and I, as you can see, have lots in common including red t-shirts, dashing good looks, charm and an uncanny ability to pass as Mr Magoo in cartoon strips.
Happy Birthday, ya fat bastard...hope you have loads more, and hope you get pissed out of your brains tonight, even if it is only Monday.
Love ya, man...miss you loads...
This man and I, as you can see, have lots in common including red t-shirts, dashing good looks, charm and an uncanny ability to pass as Mr Magoo in cartoon strips.
Happy Birthday, ya fat bastard...hope you have loads more, and hope you get pissed out of your brains tonight, even if it is only Monday.
Love ya, man...miss you loads...
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I was feeling a bit depressed the other day...
so I called Lifeline.
I was put through to a 'call centre' in Pakistan.
I explained that I was feeling suicidal.
They were very excited at this news and wanted to know if I could drive a truck or fly an aeroplane....
I was put through to a 'call centre' in Pakistan.
I explained that I was feeling suicidal.
They were very excited at this news and wanted to know if I could drive a truck or fly an aeroplane....
The words of Billy Connolly resonate (rather loudly) in my head this morning...
A few years ago, Billy wrote some alternative lyrics to the old folks song "As Usual"...sing along if you like (but not too loudly please)...
I woke up with an achin' head
as usual
I can't remember goin' to bed
as usual
My stomach's feelin' very queer
I've got a thunder storm in my left ear
It must have been McEwan's beer
as usual
Oh we sucked the drink up like a hoover
as usual
The cheap wine and the paint remover
as usual
And somewhere deep inside my brain
I seem to hear a diesel train
And I promise not to drink again
as usual
I woke up in a public park
as usual
I must have crawled there after dark
as usual
Oh I'd better see how much I've got
Oh Jesus Christ I've spent the lot
I must have been a drunken sot
as usual
I woke up with an achin' head
as usual
I can't remember goin' to bed
as usual
My stomach's feelin' very queer
I've got a thunder storm in my left ear
It must have been McEwan's beer
as usual
Oh we sucked the drink up like a hoover
as usual
The cheap wine and the paint remover
as usual
And somewhere deep inside my brain
I seem to hear a diesel train
And I promise not to drink again
as usual
I woke up in a public park
as usual
I must have crawled there after dark
as usual
Oh I'd better see how much I've got
Oh Jesus Christ I've spent the lot
I must have been a drunken sot
as usual
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
More of the latest photos...
Dubai - Burj al-Something-or-other from close-up with helicopter pad at the top
Dubai - Yours truly, with sexy pose at the beach (this is as sexy as I get)
Dubai - one of an estimated 43 million mosques (just on this street)
Dubai - entrance to one of the King's palaces, with accompanying wild peacocks to the right of the pic
Riyadh - Got Soul? Putting some of it onto a pair of sandals I bought
Dubai - Yours truly, with sexy pose at the beach (this is as sexy as I get)
Dubai - one of an estimated 43 million mosques (just on this street)
Dubai - entrance to one of the King's palaces, with accompanying wild peacocks to the right of the pic
Riyadh - Got Soul? Putting some of it onto a pair of sandals I bought
Ok, here's some more Middle East photos...
Dubai - The Creek
Dubai - Burj al-Dubai - tallest tower in the world, still under construction
Dubai - Ski Slope (believe it!)
Dubai - Burj al-Something-or-other (can't remember the name - famous hotel)
Dubai - the road up to one of only two 6-star hotels in the world, both in Dubai
Dubai - Burj al-Dubai - tallest tower in the world, still under construction
Dubai - Ski Slope (believe it!)
Dubai - Burj al-Something-or-other (can't remember the name - famous hotel)
Dubai - the road up to one of only two 6-star hotels in the world, both in Dubai
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Sent a SMS home last night...
"...just in from CC's..sends his regards. actually, i'm half-pissed..had two good shots of johnny black he has, then a litre of home-brew wine between us. also had a good chinese food evening in the compound and its only 33deg so you can sit outside almost comfortably..."
So, believe it or not, in the middle of tee-total Saudi Arabia, one can actually get pissed. And yes, I am suffering a little for it today, so I guess the Muttawa have inadvertently got their revenge...bastards...
Leaving for home this evening and will be glad to get back to civilisation (as we know it). The sad thing is, I'll be back here again in about a month for another two week stint...getting out of hand now, but that's how slow and long it takes to get things done over here...
So, believe it or not, in the middle of tee-total Saudi Arabia, one can actually get pissed. And yes, I am suffering a little for it today, so I guess the Muttawa have inadvertently got their revenge...bastards...
Leaving for home this evening and will be glad to get back to civilisation (as we know it). The sad thing is, I'll be back here again in about a month for another two week stint...getting out of hand now, but that's how slow and long it takes to get things done over here...
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Bill Watterman put it so nicely...
I'm not sure of the circumstances, but I assume Bill drew this Calvin and Hobbes strip following a crime he suffered at home (or someone he knew), but he put it so well and it applies particularly to Shit Towne and SA (and the rest of the world)...
Where in the World is Cuzzin Ross?
Is this the case, or is there something more to his disappearance?
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