an exercise in percussive maintenance
Category: A Bit Of Silliness
Ahoy there, me hearties. Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
A full post on me piratical adventures be comin’ later today, but meanwhile be warned that all hailin’s on this ‘ere vessel must be in pirate speak today, savvy? Mutineers will be keelhauled without trial.
Here be a scribblin’ ye can put up on yer own ship’s blog fer the day.
Illustration by Ghergich & Co.
Smooth sailin’ to ye.
Cap’n Kokkie
As you may or may not know, last night I had a job interview in another part of the country. Because I was in a silly mood and wanted something to do while waiting for my flight to be called at the airport I decided to tweet the whole adventure. In case you missed it on Twitter and Facebook, here it is for your enjoyment, now with added commentary and pictures (for some reason my picture tweets didn’t want to go through – captions with pictures are as I remember the original tweets, but probably not the same at all) and including replies on Twitter and Facebook.
As there won’t be any blogging today I thought I’d live tweet my job interview adventure.
— Herman Kok (@KokkieH) September 16, 2013
Will probably be terribly boring. Not as if I can tweet during the actual interview. Will mostly be travel related.
— Herman Kok (@KokkieH) September 16, 2013
We’ll start with airport breakfast an a quiz: how does one beat jo’burg traffic?
— Herman Kok (@KokkieH) September 16, 2013
Woe is me. I am finished, done for, kaput, klaar! It seems like only a month ago that I was celebrating life and revelling in my youthful vigour, even as I watched my Beloved descend into the vale of years, but alas, no more. Time has finally caught up with me, has sunk its claws into my flesh and will not let go, as today I join my Dearest at the ripe old age of thirty-two.
Even as I sit writing this I can feel the strength being sapped from my limbs and my senses growing dull. My faculties are slipping and my…what’s the word…mer…men…mem…memory is no longer what it used to be. I’ve already discovered one grey hair and I just want to nap all the time.
I’ll say it again: Paraskevidekatriaphobia (Sheesh! I’m glad I don’t have to say that out loud.) If you woke up this morning in a cold sweat of terror that cannot be rationally explained, you could be suffering from this. Don’t worry, it’s not a fatal condition, though it could make your day very stressful and make you a target of ridicule and practical jokes should it come out you have it. Paraskevidekatriaphobia is the irrational fear of Friday the thirteenth.
Theories abound as to the origins of this particular superstition. Some go so far back as to say that the day that Eve ate the apple in the Garden of Eden was a Friday. We’ll never know that for sure, but we do know that Jesus was crucified on a Friday. Friday is also the sixth day of the week. With seven being the perfect number, six symbolises less than perfection (and use six three times in a row and you get the biblical symbol for evil personified). According to Genesis, the sixth day is also the day God created man, which certainly makes it an unlucky day, at least for the rest of the earth… Continue reading “On Paraskevidekatriaphobia”
This is too funny not to reblog. It’s funny, mostly because it is true. Oh, so very true…
It is my sincerest hope that reading my blog has made at least one or two people out there think of visiting South Africa. Should such a wonderful thing come to pass, I feel that I have a bit of a responsibility. 23thorns is not a travel brochure. It is not here to create some utopian wonderland full of bunnies and people who say “Have a nice day” like they mean it.
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if all else fails...use a hammer 