03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
I got the package!
Thanks everyone it's fantastic! I was like a kid on Christmas/Kwanza/Hanukah/Dvali/um...Muslim Gift Day.
I put Sam's CD of Metal into the stereo and cranked up the tunes. Fists were pumped. Heads were banged. Horns were thrown.
The WhiteBox puppet was a great idea. I reinforced the box with pieces of cardboard. He has mustache and side burns. Lookin' good.
During the 90 minute walk back from our Youth Developement Centre to my house I started making up rhymes. Here is an example:
the antidote to aunts who dote on stout stoats is to tell the aunt an anecdote about goats in pants drinking stout in France.
Our cluster is falling apart. One volunteer left because she was preggers,another transfered to the other district because she couldn't stand her partner and this week another left because she says she got another job. Oh well she was useless. This we I had to alert the staff to the fact that one of the volunteers in out cluster drinks during the working day and shows up at community events sauced. With any luck they will give him the boot. If they have any brains they will just cut their losses and abandon two of the deserted communities, but I think the staff will try to find some replacement volunteers.
Many volunteers have been pushed almost to a state of open mutiny because our stipend was at least three weeks late for everyone. Coincidentally I have been reading A Tale of Two Cities recently.
Our library project died on the vine, but I'm doing my own thing now. I am sending a letter to Marvel Comics in NYC to beg for them to donate some comics. We'll see what happens.
For our holiday I am going to Portugal to join Kate and her parents at a rented house near Lisbon. This means taking a 12 hour bus from dodgy Umtata to dodgy Johannesburg, followed by another 12 hour flight to London and a flight from there to Lisbon. Fuck, I am going to be so grubby and exhausted by the time I arrive. Oh well it will be worth it.
I'm outta here, Yo!
So I was talking to Neil the other day (good hardworking white collar serf types that we are) about which "lock" button we hate most. Neil hates caps lock (or should that be CAPS LOCK). To him it's unnecessary and fucks him up with word. Me, I don't mind it as I use it quite a bit cause I have to type all in caps at certain parts in my job. I don't like the PC caps lock thing though. The mac makes every letter a capital. PCs turn into into bizzaro world where shift clicking lower cases things. So I have to make say a " & " or a " ? " or even a " " " and then around things become lower case. But that's just a minor inconvience. What I hate the worst is Num lock. The Num Lock on my computer is right above the 7. So I'll be typing strings of numbers away furiously from a sheet of paper and glance at the screen to see that Num Lock is on and I haven't been typing anything. What makes me hate it even more is there's no gorram reason for it. I already have something that lets me move around from the keyboard: the ARROW PAD! It even has arrows on it. I don't need another one. Gosh I hate it.
(After rereading that passage I came to the conclusion that I am very lucky that things like this are problems)
So here's something more interesting: I present to you my long lost relatives: