I might just curl up in a little ball on the beanbag. Wake me up when it's May. The 5th.
going out to my own leaving lunch. by myself. alone. in the cold. I'll probably just have worms.
They said I was crazy! They said it'd never work! I'll show them! I'll show them all! The fools! I'll make them pay!
waiting for the lear jet to take me to my last day...
My theory is that foot fetishes are as widespread as they are mostly because it's really fun to say. Foot fetish foot fetish foot fetish.
Your mother is not compatible with Firefox 3.0b5.
cats don't fall. cats dislodge themselves on purpose and land with intent.
Dinners cooked: 1. Flats set on fire: 0. This is an infinite improvement over last night.
Following new greeters = good. Greeting new followers = bad.
"I'm sorry, I can't make the meeting due to solar flares, and having come down with a bad case of kuru."
did you know that "election results" is an anagram of "Lies! let's recount" ?
fetch me an axe.
wooo, setting fire to one's flat does brighten up the evening somewhat
I fail at Porridge
I have cheese anyway. Bed is where it's at. Sorry Franschoek.
Godspeed, you fancy bastard.
I may be ugly, but in the morning you'll be sober.
nothing brings about a revolution faster than trying to stop it
let's get our Friday on.
guns or butter?
half price just means you eat twice as much
raw fish at half price, here we come.
Social Networking: how to irritate people on a massive scale!
LongWeekend is looooooooooong
I'd like to cancel my subscription to Winter, please. I'll just carry on using Summer, if that's okay.
Breaking news: Friday cancelled. Citizens to return to their beds.
I fail at pub quiz. Turns out Jackie Chan isn't the correct answer to every movie question.
high on LIFE! (And maybe Crystal Meth)
Ubuntu Hardy is released
They see me rollin'. They be hatin'.
First, we take Manhattan. Then, we take Berlin.
Final score: Jonathan 1 - 0 Obdurate, intransigent duvet cover. Take that, bedding!
darkness, loadshedding, I wasn't using those watts anyway. watt?
even in the darkness, with a few candles lit, and a bottle of wine, the peace of Cape Town is awesome.
if it's not a beautiful sunset or sunrise, it's a vista of Cape Town lights spread out to the horizon. When isn't it awesome?
Sittin' in the mornin' sun. I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come. Watchin' the tweets roll in. Then I watch 'em roll away again.
As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, Fred.
I know several people (including myself) who got spammed by BulkSMS asking them to guestblog. Why would I work for a spammer?
stamping down hard is not a good way to get your foot out of the hole.
I don't know, I didn't go into Burger King.
An Yue Jiang, where are you going?
Extremely menacing vibrations are all around us. This place is getting to me. I think I'm getting The Fear.
Dear World, Facebook != Internet. Facebook plays catch up and does it badly. Your walled garden is not a happy place. Love, Jonathan
the crunchy bits at the bottom of the popcorn keep you going till credits. the crunchy bits at the bottom of the coffee just taste bad.
today also marks the memorial of the noble Dragon, cruelly slain by that maiden-chasing pimp George "Call me Saint" of Anatolia
call me Thor.
Happy International Book Day! 392nd anniversary of Shakespeare's death. (Also the ZX Spectrum's birthday)
http://ubuntuinstitute.c... is looking very swish! Only needs a bit of mod_rewrite to fix the index.php in the URLs and it's dandy.
1 + 1 = 3. We hope that you choke.
@katiepossum: the site appears just to have two hardcoded links to webmail clients?
barkeep, a pint of your finest for all these good fellows. Bring them out into the sun.
what a ridiculously awesome day in Cape Town
it's 2:30pm. Do you know where your children are?
what shall we do to fill the empty spaces where we used to speak?
Sedulously eschew obfuscatory hyperverbosity and gratuitous prolixity. Assiduously espouse elucidation and requisite pellucidity.
there is no spoon.
that's just perverse.
the most amazing thing just happened to me.
whut? where am I? who is this? what's going on?
to sleep, perchance to dream. ay, there's the rub.
Destination: Chef Pons. Mission: buy dinner for my sisters. I feel confident.
Sleepless in Cape Town
I'll be honest, loadshedding has done nothing but good for me
if one is loadshod, what can one do, but go home?
Abort, Retry, or Fail?
I do enjoy being able to reach over and punch a fellow twitterer should the necessity arise.
all the decisions in my company may be made by drunken lemurs, but we still have chocolate cake in the office.
Oh stop. You're making me blush.
I sometimes come into the office a bit late, I know, but I try to make up for it by leaving early.
I was so sure my search would end, when I found God. But then I couldn't find my keys, and my cat ran away.
*cry* Internet, jy was my laaste vriend, en kyk nou wat het jy aan my gedoen!
Always Avoid Alliteration And Assonance, even When Wishing Wonderful Weeks
woke up this morning, got myself a gun...
to infinity, and beyond
why is Cape Town so awesome? I don't think it's fair. But I'm not complaining.
the hills are alive with the sound of Sunday morning traffic - songs they have sung for maybe 30, 35 years
those crazy Vietnamese. May not be up for much in terms of non-jungle terrain, but they shore cook a fine soup
the sort of day which, if you met it on the street, you'd pat on the shoulder soothingly. "Cheer up!" you'd say. "Tomorrow's another day!"
the 110th day of the year - Bicycle Day and Primrose Day. We're 30% into the year. 249 days until Christmas!
@katiepossum: don't forget faildogs and shipment-of-fail!
I unreservedly and wholeheartedly pronounce this Friday afternoon to be tolerable.
buzz in the blogsphere! Will we ever find out the true identity of the person behind this blog? http://halcyon4000.livej...
if you find yourself mumbling "bla bla bla" underneath your breath as you read your blogs, it may be time to trim your feeds a bit
cringeworthy comments I have made in the past that suddenly flood embarrassingly back: "I see you still have that tattoo"
It's still Thursday at openVOICE :-/
Load Shedding warnings on gtalk: http://tinyurl.com/6gmanj
Billy Ray Cyrus: misunderstood genius, or underappreciated master of irony?
Bread, butter, cheese, Victory.
appa bands are wang
Congratulations to Pierre Nel, who wins the Unintentional Irony Award for replying to a message telling him not to reply.
This is your weekly reminder that Twitter is not Gtalk (or insert your instant-messenger of choice here).
bumper stickers: they're like a little shorthand sign on your car that says "Hey! Let's never hang out!"
wait, one exception. if you're *trapped* in a glass house, then by all means, throw a stone. otherwise, nuh-uh.
new policy, guys. No stone-throwing, REGARDLESS of housing situation.
it's time to watch the Safety Dance video on loop.
booking tickets to go see MC Stephen Hawking down in Muizenberg
is not 27 any more, no more claiming my age is a prime number raised to the power of itself
fetch my pope-meeting shirt
my free software runs your company
best. curry. evar. thanks @kerry_anne!
Amazon.com, all out of stock.
exploding cybernetic weasels, a magical sleigh pulled by flying skunks, and a robot pelican
Wittgenstein: "Words exist because of meaning; once you've gotten the meaning, you can forget the words."
they may get lost in the townships, but sisters are still pretty good at cooking.
thai green curry for the win!
Zimbabwe has banned political rallies. "We see no reason for rallies since we have had elections." Impeccable Logic!
scrolling up to find a tweet not from @charlvn...
off to the airport, tara, tara.
four hours till I pick my sisters up from the airport. Cape Town weather: Behave.
chicken pot pie is the only food that is both pie and a reason to kill a chicken
no, wait, hang on. Sorry, folks. It's just the regular sun, as usual. Apologies.
What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
busting free! huis toe
have you ever noticed that everything you sit on feels like underpants?
I'd just like to say at this point that sometimes a 3 minute nap on a hard wooden table is more restful than a whole night's sleep
are you a South African, or a South African't?
You can't follow yourself.
woke up this morning with an ache in my head, splashed on my clothes as I spilled out of bed.
my Google App Engine account has been activated
is it too late to sign up for Google App? :-/
coming home early from work is really, really pleasant.
I reckon plugging our kettle into the server room UPS is a good idea. We want tea!
I'm gonna give up trying to reply to @ChristopherM's email, since his server keeps bouncing mail.
Father Christmas is a drunkard and your friends all laugh at you behind your back. Happy Monday.
yesterday: 20:44 -!- ferrarivoltage has joined #clug
ah, Brass Bell, you beauty.
damn you, past-Jonathan. Future-Jonathan and I are most unhappy with your choices.
life is just a serious of problems that make you wish you were dead, until you are.
YOU ARE SEARED
hmmm. Arnolds. Breakfast. hmmm.
we're about to start on a long journey, you and I, perhaps twenty thousand miles.
not enough things are glow in the dark
the answer to Joburg problems is to stay in Cape Town
oh god. It's Friday.
no ford left unstreamed! no explorer left unlanded!
those that belong to the Emperor, embalmed ones, those that are trained, and those included in the present classification
twice the man my mother is
rock beats scissors, paper beats rock, UTTER INCOMPETENCY AND IGNORANCE beats paper (and scissors)
@pierrenel: I already resigned last week - I'm in my one-month notice period.
how do I answer my boss's question? He wants to know why the numbers he MADE UP OUT OF THIN AIR aren't the real numbers used.
isn't there a Keg at the airport?
I never metaphor I didn't like
you are in a mazy of twisty passages, all alike
to sleep, perchance to dream
one can't take something seriously, and roll with laughter, at the same time!
SABlogAwards votes were clearly rigged. I didn't win anything, and the pizza smelled of East Cost Radio.
Managed to get @Darb into sablogawards. And cape town daily photo just won! More b33r!
this bus is leaving
it's a mystery, inside an enigma, wrapped in a conundrum
the wind doesn't drive, Mary.
if I ever meet myself, I'm going to hit myself so hard, I won't know what hit me.
The finger of blame points to a monkey, mistaken for a foreign spy. By dawn, it will have been hanged without trial.
@mwest: London Geek Dinner?
if it's not pistachio, I won't be hearing about it.
Ah, kauai. Good to eat, expensive to buy, impossible to spell.
@darb: I sent you a telex about the SMS that was mentioned on my postcard
Send mail to the past: http://mail.google.com/m...
and loltwitter! http://lol.ianloic.com/t...
Happy Stupid Internet Joke Day (formerly "April Fools Day") http://tinyurl.com/39rsry
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time.