Wind beneath my mountain.

Before I go into a spew about the gastronomical farts that are either coming from Table Mountain or Robin Island. I GOT A JOB! Don’t all seven of you following my blog drop dead now, to think it took 7 months to get to this point…hold on 7 followers…7 months…7 days of the week…7 Eleven…its all connected!!! Spooky. Any way, I start tomorrow, can’t wait to wake up early and work and then complain about waking up early and moan about working, the joys of employment!

So I cant tell you anything that happened with me over the weekend, as I was far away in the land of mucus and membrane, yup I was sick and missed out on all the Loerie action but anyone can go onto the Book and check out the photo’s of what occurred. Although it seemed Cape Town itself wanted the rest of the country out of its borders judging by the crap but lovely bed weather.
I can tell you I had another run in with the opposite of the law, when I was harassed by street kids at the top of Long, not cool. In all the pushing and swearing my nose somehow attracted the car door, I still have a bruise, try blowing your nose for four days with that. Ouch. Sigh, life’s little obstacles are starting to reach beyond the PG label…okay it reached that a looong time ago but who wants to hear that.

Off to bed for me now and I will try not to have three little pig dreams for fear of my windows huff huff huffing in on me. laters

to be or not to be...honest that is

Don't you hate it when you figure at a certain point, that being honest with the people around you has gone far enough, to be totally forthcoming. Then to have it backfire like a Charlies Bakery cupcake?

What does one do when faced with the situation???

SHUT THE FUCK UP! no one wants to know the truth and even when they do, all this other shit comes out and you land up being the cunt that sits at the kiddies table. There we go folks, its that simple and no money back guarantee on that coz it works. So spread the word or don't, you choose, choose a life a false cookies with a sprinkle of denial served with a cup of SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Going to get wasted now, enjoy you weekend

Make Mine A Small World After All

So, if you're a comic fanatic like me and is a follower to that chunk of literal and visual entertainment that is Marvel Entertainment Inc. You would have already heard the 4 Billion aquisition of Marvel by Disney. O f course the pimple porn induced nerds of the world coughed on their "diet"sodas upon hearing this anouncement, your's truly included.the question now is:

So what does this mean?

There are alot of articles adressing this situation, but all leading to the fact that Marvel will still retain it's individual integrity. I wont lie to you but I am one of those people who are as about uneasy as a spectator at a Kurt Darren Mall Concert. I would love to accept this and go whoopty doo but we all know business is more than just letterheads and grey farty men. Its not the fact that I'm slitting my wrists at a Bambi and Wolverine team up, what worries me, is the eventual 5 year plan to "restructure" Marvel to fall under the Disney iron skirt.Where restrictions are placed on content of writing and art, like "example:" no gay members of the X-Men or lazer guns for The Punisher.

So sue me if I'm being paranoid but some of us have grown up with Marvel and we've been through changes but has anyone ever heard of the cartoon show Doug? need i say more? The last time I heard everything was not going to change and its all good...I got retrenched. I hope I'm being a analy paranoidle idiot...prove me wrong Disney, let this be a Kingdom Hearts and not a Doug. Read more at Marvel or there are interesting articles at Newserama

Later Hoes n Broes