So, just be warned, that if you get an email from some company – particularly from China – that "someone" is trying to register your "intellectual property" (as they tend to call it), just delete it. It's a scam to try get you to register domain names that you don't need at incredibly high prices.  Personally, I usually respond with a 'Fuck off', but that's just me.

1:36 PM Alexander: i know
i know
ok
1:37 PM so this thing works very well
now it's a question of playing with it
and test it with posterous
me: the more you play with it the harder it gets
Alexander: well, up to a point
WHAT?!
NO!!1
me: ROFL
1:39 PM Alexander: uncool

Damnit. What is it with these damn themes that keep fucking up the formatting?

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We’ve had so many power failures, it’s just not funny any more. Our local municipality (Ekurhuleni) seems to be completely unable to prevent these ‘faults’ from occurring. Yeah, ‘fault’s. These ‘faults’ always considerately occur right on the top of the hour. Quite amazing that.

Apart from the occasional Saturday power outage, which usually went off around 9am to come back around 3pm, we have now progressed to large outages. Yesterday, we lost power at 7am. Power returned at 6pm.  Today, the power went off at 6am. Only returned after 5pm.  Going on that schedule, I’m guessing we will be cut at 5am.

It pisses me off that these morons just cut power when they feel like it. It’s worse when I’m sleeping because of my cpap. Nothing worse than waking up because you can’t take a breath anymore.

A guy is standing quite far back from the counter with a bewildered expression on his face, apparently looking at the animated menus on the screens above the counter.
It looks to me like he’s already ordered, he’s probably just waiting for his food, as I see he’s holding a 1 litre coke bottle in his hands. So I mosey on past him, and move right up to the counter.  The young girl asks me if I want to order.  Next thing, the bewildered guy verbally lays into the girl. I don’t know exactly what was said as I don’t speak the language, but I picked up a few words here and there.  Apparently he was lambasting her for not asking him for his order as he was there first.  She told him that she did ask him, but he ignored her.

He was standing miles away from the counter, staring in to space. What the hell? If you want to order, move up to the counter. Jackass.

On a good day, it takes me about 40 minutes to get to work in the morning. The same for getting home. On average it’s about 50 minutes to an hour.

On Tuesday on my way home, there was supposedly a breakdown at a particular spot on my route, not far from work. No problem, it’s happened before and there hasn’t been major issues.  30 minutes later, having travelled exactly 3km from the office, I decided to turn around and try another route out. Queue was just as long, took another 10 minutes to travel a kilometre, to discover that a dead traffic light was causing that particular issue. It took an hour and a half to get home, a whole 36-odd kilometres.

Yesterday morning, there was an accident on the highway.  Since there is major construction going on, there are barriers everywhere, so there’s no real way to easily get around the accident. Took an hour and a half to get to work. Yay.

This morning, another accident on the highway – a bit further along than the previous one, however traffic moved along a lot faster. As I get into the area near my office, I notice that the traffic on one particular road I use is bumper to bumper. Something that is fairly unusual, so I decide to take an alternate route. Big mistake.  A dead robot there delayed me by a further half an hour.

And to add insult to injury, a large stone took a huge chip out of my car’s new windscreen. Colour me not-impressed.