It doesn’t happen often but sometimes, just sometimes, you pick up a phrase in a film or book and it sticks with you, nay it becomes a life lesson. These are mine and I warn you now my taste in books and films have been described as eclectic, and I don’t think it was a compliment… I’ll start you off with something well known.
People and the things they do
Drawing isn’t the only form of art. You are an artist and you probably don’t realise it!
Accept for a moment that everything in life is a form of art, Can you see it? Drafting contracts, planning a romantic encounter, making spreadsheets, cooking a meal, talking to people, managing projects, building a birdhouse, it’s all a form of art, yes even financial statements and I’ve seen some sublime ones in my day.
We hunt in grocery stores and supermarkets, are we still real men or woman for that matter?
I have been watching men and woman become expert hunters for quite some time now and I question the effects it has had on the concept of ‘Masculinity’ and ‘Femininity’. Men can slay BQQ meat with a sophisticated swipe of a Visa and Woman trap drinks and greens with precision using a Mastercard but have we accepted that we are equally good hunters yet?
Damn you that’s my spot
Damn you that’s my spot, I bet you have felt this way at some point today never mind your life. I’m always surprised, even by my own reaction, as to how quickly we can nest in a space that technically we have no claim to.
Think about it
NO NO PLEASE WE LOVE THE MUSIC
The Tanaka Death Stare, Me ? I’ve seen it once or twice. The Tanaka Death Stare is a social enigma something you see rarely, when someone stands up for the pride, takes the proverbial bullet and asks another member of the pride to correct some odd behavior. Only to be met with a scathing glare, a mumble and in rare cases a venomous response.
Think about it
Phones…WTH!
Damn was walking to the loo this afternoon at the train station, due to me gold fish bladder when nature whispers I answer and this happens a lot just after a bumpy bus ride. Any who saw this chick on her crack berry walks past the ladies room right up to the men’s room, starts opening the door realizes she’s walking into a sausage fest and gets this look on her face like it’s someone else’s fault!
Think about it
Quick give me attention
There are few things in life that irritate me as much as people who are contempt with not trying to be more than what they are. Sitting on the train now across two pimple-ridden teeny boppers constantly gibbering about their limited knowledge of French and how awesome Switzerland was…at just the right tone so that the other passengers can hear them and stand bathed in the light of their awesomeness!
Think about it
Bloody Wamble
I go through these periods at most twice a year. I can’t explain why it happens it just does. I grow a general discontent for the human race as a species and cannot stop myself from becoming nauseous at the sight and sound of their constant self-centred, narrow minded squabbling.
To flatulate or not to flatuate…where is the question
Now we’ve all had this question before, what is the etiquette on letting one rip in a lavatory. Well I have always found this an interesting conundrum and not being a pervert sort of makes it hard to get the female experience on this, we’ll in the raw anyway.
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Be pissed off…well at the right people anyway
So I use the local semi privately owned rail system to get to work and back. Got to the station this morning at 5:50 only to be met with some empty buses…hmmm what’s going on here Me thinks. Turns out the drivers had just gone on strike for some arb reason… This is part of being a South African and you deal with it.
Think about it
Mind, on the rocks?! 