Toilets. That was the BIG ISSUE in the 2009 general elections in South Africa.
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Author: KokkieH
Car troubles
At 7 this morning I settled down to work, still in my jammies as it’s winter now, I work at home, and it’s easier to go shower once it has heated up a bit. Around quarter past my wife left for school. A few minutes later she calls me from our building’s parking area downstairs. Her car has a flat tyre.
I grab my car keys and head down, thinking she could take my car and I’ll change the tyre and take it in to have fixed once I am dressed. I put my key into the ignition and turn. Nothing. Not even a click. Battery is dead, deceased, it’s spark snuffed out. My car does that in winter. It doesn’t help that I don’t drive it that regularly, preferring to walk if I need something from the shops.
I get out the jumper cables. Our parking spaces are behind each other, so my wife backs out and I push my car out as well and manoeuvre it next to hers so I can connect the cables. Turns out the battery is too flat even for jumper cables.
Eventually, realising she’s now later than she would have been had I just changed the tyre from the start, I got the jack and spare tyre out of the trunk and changed the tyre. It was -1 degrees Celsius. I was in my robe and slippers. Without gloves. At one point I feared my hands will freeze onto the lug wrench.
Now I’m waiting for her to come home so I can take her car in search of a battery charger. Then I’ll need to get my car going so I can get it back up the driveway into my parking space (at present it’s partially blocking the gate to our parking area) where I’ll leave it to recharge.
Not really any deeper point to this post. Just thought I’d share it with you.
P.S. While searching for a picture for this post I found an inordinate amount of pictures of women in skimpy outfits changing tyres while in very impractical positions. Why? Just, why?
On a great blogging day
I don’t know about you, but yesterday was the most fun I’ve had here since I started blogging. The response to my post on spam-likers was simply amazing. Nothing near “Freshly Pressed” standards, of course, but apparently I touched a nerve. There was conversation. There were likes. I had my first spoof-post based on one of mine (thanks, Daniel 😉 ) and I got one-hundred-and-one views in one day – first time ever! Thanks to everyone who joined the party
I’m also psyched about two new followers (yeah, I celebrate the little things – it’s important). Welcome to The Dancing Writer and The Parasite Guy (excellent names, by the way). I hope you enjoy it here.
(Okay, I actually got four new followers, but two were the very type of spam followers I was discussing in my post – ironic, huh? I was really a bit amused at one’s page: he writes on his “About-page” that he is twenty-two years old. Then he writes that for the majority of his life he had been doing what most people do, namely going to school and getting a job. I don’t know if you can use the phrase, “majority of my life” if you’ve only been out of high school for four years, but I digress.)
And what with reading their blogs, and looking up commenters and likers I discovered a few promising blogs for me to follow as well.
Of course, now I feel like a total hypocrite every time I press “Follow” or “Like”. Oh, the joys of living in my head 😛
Update: A moment ago I got my fiftieth follower on WordPress. And while a number of them are spam-followers, I still like the round number and the little trophy in the notifications, so I’m bragging about it (yeah, today’s all about me 😉 ). Thanks to Ann from Mind Over Coffee for helping me reach this goal.
The Blogger Who Spam-“Liked” Me
As a rule I don’t reblog others’ posts, never mind two in one day, but this is such an excellent response to my post of this morning. Do yourself a favour and check out this blog.
Inspired by “On a Different Type of Spam” by Herman Kok (kokkieh).
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[8:03 AM]
Look! I have just posted a photo on my blog, of Lord Chubbington dancing on a string. Isn’t he adorable?
OK, it’s time to engage in some meaningful blog marketing and get people—a lot of people—to see Lord Chubbington. You see, the best way to do this is on the WordPress Reader, which is perhaps the most ingenious invention in the history of blogging, like, ever. I simply have to type the topic—“humor,” in my case, but feel free to type anything you feel like “reading”—in the search box, hit enter, and voìla!
See that “Like” button underneath every post? That’s my secret weapon. Although, if you’re reading this, I guess it’s no secret anymore.
First post. Click. Second post. Click. Third post. Click. Clickety-click-click.
Phew. Fifty-seven posts…
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Blog 5: “Just Go With Your Instincts”
“Why are all of you guys so obsessed with Psychology?” A friend of mine asked me a few days ago when we were in the library and I was reading a Psychology book while she was reading about the universe.
I wasn’t obsessed… I just like to take good care of anything that’s part of me. When you know what’s right, anything can become a part of you.
Two years ago, we were asked to make our decisions about the subjects we want to do for our A-Levels. The teachers stressed on how important this would be since our university applications would depend on the results we get in these four subjects and would also depict the paths of higher education we would want to choose.
I was among the very few to choose Psychology as a subject. There had been only one batch before us who had done it…
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if all else fails...use a hammer 