Tag: humour

KokkieH Reviews Spud – Exit, Pursued by a Bear by John van de Ruit

Spud - Exit, Pursued by a Bear cover
Publisher: penguinbooks.co.za

Spud – Exit, Pursued by a Bear is the fourth and final installment in John van de Ruit’s highly successful (at least in South Africa) Spud-series chronicling the adventures of one self-conscious teenager as he navigates the perils of boarding school.

For those of you unfamiliar with the series, John “Spud” Milton is a South African boy from a middle class family in the suburbs of Pietermaritzburg.  He wins a scholarship to attend Michaelhouse, a prestige boarding school left over from the days of British colonialism.  Spud differs from the other boys in the school as his parents aren’t wealthy (or classy) and when the first novel starts he also hasn’t yet hit puberty.  And he keeps a journal.  In fact, that’s what we get to read, as the novels are written in the style of Spud’s personal journal, one novel for each year in the school. Continue reading “KokkieH Reviews Spud – Exit, Pursued by a Bear by John van de Ruit”

On word limits and sticking it to the man

I came across this via The parasite guy‘s blog this morning.

You know how writing contests (and blog fiction challenges for that matter) always have word limits?  Well, Scott Bartlett did not like the six-hundred-word limit of a contest he entered, so he wrote a story making fun of the word limit…and won!

Actually the story can work as a pretty good template for what should be in a short story if you really think about it.

Click on the title to read Six-Hundred by Scott Bartlett.

And in case you missed my attempt at romantic comedy in yesterday’s Song Title Challenge, go read Rollin’ With My Homies and tell me what you think.

Have a good one.

On Facebook and panicky status updates – A Parody

If you’re on Facebook, you’ll probably know exactly what I’m talking about.  Please share.

Facebook has made a change to Graph Search! COPY AND PASTE THIS TO YOUR WALL so everyone knows how it works and your News Feed doesn’t again get flooded by idiotic messages on how Facebook is making your personal information searchable to anyone in the world!

The new feature allows you to search for key words in comments and status updates. However, YOU WILL ONLY BE ABLE TO FIND INFORMATION THAT HAS BEEN SHARED WITH YOU, i.e. public posts or posts by your friends. If you don’t want your posts to turn up in Graph Search, DON’T POST THEM PUBLICLY, but change your post settings to “Friends Only” or “Private”. Of course, not posting things online in the first place also helps to keep them private and unsearchable.

To find out more about Graph Search (like what it actually is and how it works), click here:
https://www.facebook.com/help/558823080813217
http://mashable.com/2013/09/30/facebook-graph-search-conversations/

To find out how to manage your privacy settings, click on the gear-icon top-right of your screen, go to ‘Help’ and read the articles under ‘Privacy’.

To find out more about search privacy specifically, click here:
https://www.facebook.com/help/468080906543413/

Share this with all your friends and stop the circulation of idiotic panicky messages on our Facebook walls!!!!!!!

You think I’m being silly?  I prefer to call it a pre-emptive strike.  Hey, it’s worth a try.

On Romans, Railroads and rHobbits

Bilbo and Frodo Baggins
Bilbo and Frodo Baggins from Peter Jackson’s LOTR films

The interwebs inform me that today is Hobbit Day, it being the birthdays of both Bilbo and Frodo Baggins.  However, as I did not know this beforehand and as I’ve already done International Talk Like A Pirate Day this week, I’ll simply wish Messrs. Baggins and Baggins a very happy birthday and get on with my business for today…

…which is a bit of humour.  My dad sent me this in an e-mail during the week and it’s simply too good not to share. Continue reading “On Romans, Railroads and rHobbits”

On Ageing (not Maya Angelou’s poem)

On Ageing (not Maya Angelou’s poem)

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.

Continue reading “On Ageing (not Maya Angelou’s poem)”