"The end of an era"

Today's blog is dedicated to the ass...the Tany(ass) that is. 20th May has arrived and she is showing us her ass. By leaving. The picture on the right is of T on a productive day at the office.

Here is a list of reasons I will miss the T-ass:

1. The g-talk chats that begin, and end, with FUCK

2. The "song of the day" challenges

3. Car bar

4. Car bar

5. Car bar

6. Croc-rockers

7. Falling out of the window at Polana after guzzling a litre or more of vodka out of a baby bottle

8. Missed hi-5's

9. Miley-trickin'

10. Kenny G - The Gambler

11. BLSU

12. "Dude, are we there yet?"

13. "Are you at Simons?"

14. Drunken smses at godforsaken hours at random places

15. Drunken smses from work

16. Spilling the beans about lusty crushes and crusty lushes

17. FKU

18. Chair races

19. UFO's in the fridge (Unidentified Floating Objects)

20. Having a personal life coach

21. "Dude, calm the FUCK down!" Haha. Everytime I type that to the T(ass) it cracks me up

22. "TEASPOON IN FUCKING CUP"

23. Plankton comparisons

24. Lack of work ethic

25. Having someone bargain on my behalf to my boss constantly, at a whim

26. Wall wars

27. Intelligent conversation (occasionally)

28. Sharing a pedantic love for exemplary spelling and grammar

29. Drunken pinky swearing

30. Juice-off's

Ok. The list could go on and on and on. But I'm going to cut it off there, as I seem to be neglecting my work.

Will miss ya T! But SUPER excited for you embarking on your new adventure. :) xx

DOMination

Morality vs Feelings and Emotions.

This concept has been plaguing me. And not in a good way. I believe in black and white. Wrong or right. There should be no grey. Right? RIGHT?

And it's like things around me are speaking to me. This song for instance...keeps coming up in random play on i-pod...

And I literally STUMBLED upon this article on Arts and Letters Daily

I still do not have the answer. For something that is wrong, but feels right. That goes against everything I stand for.

The South African music scene

I recently had a conversation with T-Lo about the merits of South African music. Bear in mind the fact that she is IN A RELATIONSHIP with a South African musician....

Domtastic: "South African music is on the up and up...it rocks hard. It is diverse, but at the
same time unique and fabulous."

Tanyass: "It all sounds the same to me."

I now set out to prove her wrong (as usual)...

I begin with Cassette. Try this song too.

What about good old Johnny Clegg? I mean COME ON....generic? I think not. And his son; have you heard his son, Jesse sing?

CrashCarBurn!!!!! Cutting Jade!!!!!

And how can you deny the talent, passion and amazingness of Dave Matthews?!?!

And the beaaaaauuuuutiful FreshlyGround.

The band I love to love and love to dance to live...Goldfish!! These boys are oh-so talented. Show me ONE other sound similar to this.

Henry Ate!!!!!

Granted, not a great video, BUT Just Jinjer - come ON!!!!!!

Ladysmith Black Mambazo.....!

Miriam Makeba THE CLICK SONG!

Parlotones, but I haven't bothered to hyperlink, because I know that their talent falls on deaf ears.

PLUSH!

The boys I love live. Prime Circle. And then, an entirely different sound for them.

The Nudies.

And what about Karen Zoid. A lot of her stuff in in Afrikaans, but she has some goooood music.

And I finish up with Heroes Wear Red. Tell me this does not sound like Bono from U2?

The list could go on and on and on and on....Still have the same uneducated opinion?

Phuza Thursday

12 March 2009

17h39 - Put on pyjamas and bright pink flip floppy slippers.

17h49 - Get in to GreenMachine.

18h00 - Arrive at Jax, say hi to baby and puppies.

18h01 - First glass of boxed wine for the evening.

19h07 - Fourth glass of boxed wine for the evening.

21h13 - [insert number here] glass of boxed wine for the evening.

22h02 - Venture out to GreenMachine, stumble, hold onto picket fence.

22h17 - Manage to get key into ignition.

22h23 - See flashing lights up ahead, just outside of Masiphumelele. (Ass)ume it is a cow in the
road (Logical assumption based on the fact that I live in the count(ry).

22h24 - Realise it's a roadblock

22h24 - Panic

22h25 - Policeman knocks on my window.

22h25 - Press the wrong electric window button, and open up the passenger window.

22h26 - Realise my mistake.

22h26 - Open up the correct window...my window.

22h27 - "Good evening lady, please pull over and show the cop your drivers license."
Nod effectively. Pull over.

22h28 - Fumble ineffectively in bag, feeling for the said license. [Torch in face].

22h34 - Grab what feels like said license, and hand it to the officer. Card catches the light of the
torch and appears to be bright blue. Grab said card back from cop, realising it is a
library card.

22h38 - Drivers license eventually located in the mayhem that is Dom(ass)'s bag.

22h40 - Cop wishes me well on my journey home.

22h41 - Bead of sweat lands on steering wheel.

22h42 - Now completely sober.

22h42 - Flicker right, pull out slowly and carefully.

22h43 - Breathe.

Following in the footsteps....

...of my older, wise(r?) friend, I shall do my 25 random things about me:

1. I do not cry in movies (like, ever, unless it involves an animal) ... not even when a robot dies!!

2. I am fluent (used to be) in Xhosa. Studied it to Matric...you can take the girl out of Africa...

3. I never crawled as a baby. Went straight from sitting to walking. Strangely, now that I'm an
adult(ish) I crawl when too drunk to walk. Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks??!!

4. I am not a fan of butterflies. They creep me out to the core.

5. I have never, and will never watch "The Exorcist". I am a total scaredy pants. I sometimes
sleep with the light on.

6. I am synical about love.

7. I have 9 body piercings.

8. I still have the ashes of my first doggy in the back of my cupboard. I can't throw them away.

9. I am the black sheep of my family. I like it like that.

10. I fall down or trip over something, or fall outta bed, or bump some part of my body at least
once a week.

11. I have been rohypnol'd. It all worked out in the end.

12. I once lived with 9 boys and shared one, yes ONE bathroom. I still speak to four of them
regularly. I only ever kissed one of them. He was a musician, and wrote songs for me. Cute.

13. I sleepwalk.

14. I am very very very very scarily flexible. Everything bends every which way.

15. I have seen The Sound Of Music about 20 times.

16. I sometimes feel like I am going backwards, rather than forwards.

17. After studying Animal Behaviour for like 5 years, the only "wild" animal I ever got to work
with was a cheetah, who purred like a pussy cat.

18. I go through phases of insomnia.

19. I am not a morning person. By morning I mean any time before 10am. Do not even bother
talking to me. I will just grunt back.

20. If I haven't met the "man of my dreams" (Haha. Laughs at the thought) by the time I'm
ready to have a baby, I'll go it alone.

21. I worry. Alot.

22. My car doubles up as a bar. And my car is green.

23. I always fall in love with the wrong people.

24. Only one person knows almost everything about me. I don't trust people very easily.

25. I am the most stubborn person I know. I am so stubborn I even piss myself off sometimes.

For Tany(ass) today.

A bit-a Franklin-lovin'

A smile from a stranger

A rainbow...

that leads to a pot of gold

A kitty

A sunrise

It had to be done...a cute baby rat. Hate not the rat T, hate not the rat!

Crawling toward 2pm...

Worst sound in the entire world: Alarm going off at 4h45.

Ok, I'm sure there are worse noises than this, like teaspoon in mug, FUCKING incessant sneezing **BLSU** , I'll stop there....

I am NOT a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Being even mildly sociable before 10am is just not an option for me. Early starts, unless for a very very very good reason (read: International travel, or adventure of some sort) leave me grumpy for hours. No amount of coffee can grab me by the hair and drag me out of the slump.

What is this blog post even about?? This is what it is not about:

Despite strong leanings toward creating an entire blog focused on the guilt I feel at leaving Franklin (and Tori) in kennels over Christmas, I overcame the urge (much to the relief, I am certain, of my one and only follower) Haha.

I am signing out now, and, in order to make history (my own) for the most blogs created in one day, I shall blog again later.