go to
http://borntofish.blogspot.com/2007/09/max-check-this.html.
If you go to this link, you will see a typical "Whats my blog worth" token. If you click on the word blog in the first line, it will take you to my blog page. You will also see that i questioned his integrity, and am really damn fucking sorry that i did.
i didn't click on "blog" till just now.
it's funny though, when I go to the site to check the worth myself, I get a zero value. Must be a fucked up link then.
Well, to you my friend Fishman, herewith my public apology. Next time I'll push the little button thingy first, before questioning you.
Salagatle!
LIU - Look It Up!
Saturday, September 08, 2007
What a letter!
I had to post this. In the Citizen, a local daily newspaper,
dated Friday 7 September 2007, the letters page.
Whisky and Waters
The DA should relax. Because of them, Cabinet Minister Babalaas- Msimang has had to issue a few statements recently.
"Although I was Absynth from office for several months, I with to remind you I Amstel the Minister of Health, am not a dictator but I Amarula and will continue to Rum the department of health," she stated, announcing her return to office.
When quizzed on her health, she mentioned she had recovered well. "Of course I am well," she retorted "I am more than well - I am OKWV! Ask a stupid question, get a stupid Hansa.
"Despite being asked about her new liver, she made no reference to the Morgan transplant.
President Mbeki has rallied around his friend: "She has my Absolut support. That is why I wiped that silly Smirnoff her former deputy's face!"
"The opposition will not be able Tequila career."
Let's face it - no matter how many times the DA has stirred she appears unshaken, and despite her career seemingly being on the rocks, the Minister is still a Mainstay of the ANC government.
GREG DE VILLIERS
Edenvale
And this cartoon done by Zapiro, world renowned for his work (and which appeared in the http://www.mg.co.za/zapiro/default.aspx and on http://borntofish.blogspot.com/), sums it up:-
Salagatle!
Friday, September 07, 2007
Numberplates for Quads
My brother sent me these:-
His nuberplate on his quad, and
the numberplate on his daughters quad.
Quite neat I thought!
Salagatle!
This coffin mafia thing
is starting to worry me.
had a team lunch today with some of the guys I work with. Mentioned the coffins to one guy who told me another guy we both knew went into it, and quickly got out again after he was "warned" and a dead chicken turned up in his driveway!
Well, methinks my 9mm Para is going to be busy.
No way some doos (LIU) is going to pull a "heavy" move on me. They don't know what they are in for.
Salagatle!
had a team lunch today with some of the guys I work with. Mentioned the coffins to one guy who told me another guy we both knew went into it, and quickly got out again after he was "warned" and a dead chicken turned up in his driveway!
Well, methinks my 9mm Para is going to be busy.
No way some doos (LIU) is going to pull a "heavy" move on me. They don't know what they are in for.
Salagatle!
What to do with
the results of the polls I run?
I'm not sure if I should just move them down on the page, and leave them there for anyone to review, or just delete them each time and replace them with a new one?
Or should I keep a list of them... what the hell must I do with this stuff??
Salagatle!
I'm not sure if I should just move them down on the page, and leave them there for anyone to review, or just delete them each time and replace them with a new one?
Or should I keep a list of them... what the hell must I do with this stuff??
Salagatle!
This one just begged to be posted....
A man goes to a public golf course. He approaches the man behind the counter in the pro shop and says, "I would like 18 holes of golf and a caddie."
The man behind the counter says, "We just received 8 brand new robot golf caddies. If you're willing to take one with you out on the course and come back and tell me how well it works, your round of golf is on me today."
The golfer obviously accepted the man's offer. He approached the first tee, looked at the fairway and said to himself, "I think my driver will do the job."
The robot caddie turned to the man and said, "No sir. Use your 3 wood. A driver is far too much club for this hole."
Hesitantly, the golfer pulled out his 3 wood, made good contact with the ball, and the ball landed about 10 feet to the right front of the hole on the green. The golfer, delighted, turned to the robot and thanked him for his assistance.
As the golfer pulled out his putter he said, "I think this green is gonna break left to right."
The robot then again spoke up and said, "No sir. I do believe this green will break right to left." he decided again to listen to the machine, and he made the putt!
His entire game was the best game he ever played, thanks to the robot golf caddie. Upon returning to the clubhouse, the man behind the counter asked, "How was your game?"
The golfer stated, "It was, by far, the BEST game I ever played. Thank you for letting me take one of your robots".
The next week the golfer returned to the pro shop, turned to the man behind the counter and said, "I would like 18 holes of golf and one of those robot golf caddies, please."
The gentleman from behind the counter turned and said, "We had to get rid of the robots. We had too many complaints."
Confused, the golfer cried, "COMPLAINTS? Who in the heck could've complained about those robots? They were incredible"
The man sighed and said, "Well, it wasn't their performance. It was that they were made of shiny silver metal, and the sun reflecting off them was blinding to other golfers on the fairway."
The golfer said, "So then why didn't you just paint them black?"
The man nodded sadly and replied, "We did and then four of 'em didn't show up for work, two filed for welfare, and the other two robbed the pro shop.
Salagatle!
The man behind the counter says, "We just received 8 brand new robot golf caddies. If you're willing to take one with you out on the course and come back and tell me how well it works, your round of golf is on me today."
The golfer obviously accepted the man's offer. He approached the first tee, looked at the fairway and said to himself, "I think my driver will do the job."
The robot caddie turned to the man and said, "No sir. Use your 3 wood. A driver is far too much club for this hole."
Hesitantly, the golfer pulled out his 3 wood, made good contact with the ball, and the ball landed about 10 feet to the right front of the hole on the green. The golfer, delighted, turned to the robot and thanked him for his assistance.
As the golfer pulled out his putter he said, "I think this green is gonna break left to right."
The robot then again spoke up and said, "No sir. I do believe this green will break right to left." he decided again to listen to the machine, and he made the putt!
His entire game was the best game he ever played, thanks to the robot golf caddie. Upon returning to the clubhouse, the man behind the counter asked, "How was your game?"
The golfer stated, "It was, by far, the BEST game I ever played. Thank you for letting me take one of your robots".
The next week the golfer returned to the pro shop, turned to the man behind the counter and said, "I would like 18 holes of golf and one of those robot golf caddies, please."
The gentleman from behind the counter turned and said, "We had to get rid of the robots. We had too many complaints."
Confused, the golfer cried, "COMPLAINTS? Who in the heck could've complained about those robots? They were incredible"
The man sighed and said, "Well, it wasn't their performance. It was that they were made of shiny silver metal, and the sun reflecting off them was blinding to other golfers on the fairway."
The golfer said, "So then why didn't you just paint them black?"
The man nodded sadly and replied, "We did and then four of 'em didn't show up for work, two filed for welfare, and the other two robbed the pro shop.
Salagatle!
Thursday, September 06, 2007
What the hell, who cares anyway?
How Much Is Your Blog Worth?
Your blog, soufafrican.blogspot.com/, is worth $0.00
Here's a button you can put on your blog: (the HTML is below)
My blog is worth $0.00.How much is your blog worth?
Salagatle!
Your blog, soufafrican.blogspot.com/, is worth $0.00
Here's a button you can put on your blog: (the HTML is below)
My blog is worth $0.00.How much is your blog worth?
Salagatle!
Luciano Pavarotti - RIP
This morning on the radio I heard of this great opera singer's passing. It's a sad day in Italy, and around the world his fans will be mourning him. However, thanks to technology, cd's, etc. he can live forever. My favourite song of his, and probably the most recognised one is "Nessun Dorma", the one used for the 1990 World cup in Italy.
MHDSRIP.
Salagatle!
MHDSRIP.
Salagatle!
Had to post this one!
Kenny the rooster costs a lot of money, but the farmer decides he'd be worth it. So, he
buys Kenny. The farmer takes Kenny home and sets him down in the barnyard, first, giving the rooster a pep talk.
"I want you to pace yourself now. You've got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Consequently, I'll need you to do a good job. So, take your time
and have some fun," the farmer said, with a chuckle.
Kenny seemed to understand, so the farmer pointed toward the hen house and Kenny took off like a shot. WHAM!- Kenny nails every hen in the hen house - three or four times, and the
farmer is mega-impressed. But it doesn't stop there... Straight after that the farmer hears a commotion in the duck pen, sure enough, Kenny the Stud-Rooster is in there.
Later, the farmer sees Ken after a flock of geese, down by the lake. Once again - WHAM! He bonks the honk outta all those geese. By sunset he sees that rabid sex maniac rooster out in the fields quelling quail and phraternising with pheasants.
The farmer is distraught; concerned that his expensive rooster is gonna sensually short circuit himself. Sure enough, the farmer goes to bed and wakes up the next day, to find old Kenny on his back, stone cold in the middle of the yard. Vultures are circling overhead.
The farmer, saddened by the loss of such a vigorous and expensive
performer, shakes his head and says, "Oh, Kenny, I told you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slow down, now look what you've done to yourself."
Kenny opens one eye, nods toward the vultures circling in the sky and says, "Shhh, they're getting closer".
Salagatle!
buys Kenny. The farmer takes Kenny home and sets him down in the barnyard, first, giving the rooster a pep talk.
"I want you to pace yourself now. You've got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Consequently, I'll need you to do a good job. So, take your time
and have some fun," the farmer said, with a chuckle.
Kenny seemed to understand, so the farmer pointed toward the hen house and Kenny took off like a shot. WHAM!- Kenny nails every hen in the hen house - three or four times, and the
farmer is mega-impressed. But it doesn't stop there... Straight after that the farmer hears a commotion in the duck pen, sure enough, Kenny the Stud-Rooster is in there.
Later, the farmer sees Ken after a flock of geese, down by the lake. Once again - WHAM! He bonks the honk outta all those geese. By sunset he sees that rabid sex maniac rooster out in the fields quelling quail and phraternising with pheasants.
The farmer is distraught; concerned that his expensive rooster is gonna sensually short circuit himself. Sure enough, the farmer goes to bed and wakes up the next day, to find old Kenny on his back, stone cold in the middle of the yard. Vultures are circling overhead.
The farmer, saddened by the loss of such a vigorous and expensive
performer, shakes his head and says, "Oh, Kenny, I told you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slow down, now look what you've done to yourself."
Kenny opens one eye, nods toward the vultures circling in the sky and says, "Shhh, they're getting closer".
Salagatle!
What has become of us....
Tuesday evening, on the way home, the cars alternator started to get noisy. By the time I got home, nursing it. it sounded like someone was pouring garbage cans full of empty aluminium cans into the engine compartment!
Wednesday morning, I dropped LuckyL off at school, and carefully made my way to a friends workshop. He's an auto electrician, and looks after these things for me. I try to do business with the "little" guys, especially when I know them personally.
Anyhow, even though the red battery light on the dash board did not come on, the alternator was completely wrecked. Seems that once you can hear the bearings going, it's already too late.
It needed two new bearings, a stator, regulator, and one half of the housing was cracked. This proceeded to break when we had to tale a hammer to it to try and force the rotor out, as it was being held by the seized bearing.
Anyway, got it all fixed for ZAR750.00, and I left. Stopped off at the hairdresser for a quick cut, and went to the office. From there I hat to go to the infamous Vodaworld (Home of Vodacom) to collect GMans cellphone which was in for repairs (again).
Left there in 5. Then the strangest things started to happen. First, each time I used the brake, the radio cut out? Huh? Then, when I put the air con on (it's getting good n hot out here now) the motor started to lose power? It's an automatic, so the effect is very evident.
Turn the air con off, but turn the fan high. Same result. Turn off the radio, and the fan, and the air con, and we have some semblance of normal driving.
I worked out (in my head) that it had something to do with the alternator, and power supplied to all the motor cars systems. By the time I was half way home, I couldn't get the car over 30km/h!
I stopped under a bridge on the highway. Very nervous, as this is a definite ask for a high jacking! Got out quickly, popped the hood, and took a look in the general area of the alternator.
Wires!!! All of them just hanging there. The dumb fuck darkie that refitted the unit to the car never connected any of the wiring from the alternator back to its matching half on the car!
As the engine was seriously hot, I couldn't do anything immediately, so leaving the hood open, I popped the boot lid, and scrounged for any tools. i found a pair of pliers. Great! I can work with this. Called my bud, told him what the stat was, and he offered to off his darkie! After agreeing that he should do so slowly, he offered to come and give me a hand. I said it should be OK. Will call if I'm stuck.
So, I get the wired connected, and the plugs plugged into each other, and only one burn to the back of my knuckles. Get back into the car and .... nothing. The damn battery is dead. So I wait a while, thinking maybe, just maybe enough power will restore to turn the motor once, then it will start and the alternator can do what it does, and I can go home.
All this time hundreds of cars and trucks are flying past me. No one stops to offer any assistance. Once I saw that it was dead for real, I call my buddy, and he says he will send his wife to come and give me a jump start with her car. I wait next to the road, hood open, with the jumper leads clipped to the top of the hood so all drivers coming towards, and passing me can see them. You would think they would realise I need a jump start.
I'm a middle aged white male, dressed in a suit pants, white shirt and tie, good haircut, with a clean, middle of the road motor car. Who wouldn't want to stop and help? I'll tell you who - over 600 fucking people traveling between Pretoria and my home town, that's who!!!
Eventually, a Gauteng Government - Department of Community Safety car goes past. Next thing the guy is on his brakes, off the road, and backs up. Makes a quick turn on the road side and drives nose up to me. Asks if its a jump start I need. Yup. 30 seconds later my car was running. I told him I had been there over an hour, and he couldn't believe that no one would stop. Sez as soon as he saw the jumper leads on the hood he knew what I was needing! Go figure! 1 out of 600+! Needless to say he's a middle aged white male (Afrikaans speaking)!
Anyway, I drove home, called my friend to tell him to tell his wife never mind, and am relieved that
a) there is nothing else wrong with the car, and
b) I never got hijacked / mugged / robbed / murdered whilst standing next to the R28!
Salagatle!
Wednesday morning, I dropped LuckyL off at school, and carefully made my way to a friends workshop. He's an auto electrician, and looks after these things for me. I try to do business with the "little" guys, especially when I know them personally.
Anyhow, even though the red battery light on the dash board did not come on, the alternator was completely wrecked. Seems that once you can hear the bearings going, it's already too late.
It needed two new bearings, a stator, regulator, and one half of the housing was cracked. This proceeded to break when we had to tale a hammer to it to try and force the rotor out, as it was being held by the seized bearing.
Anyway, got it all fixed for ZAR750.00, and I left. Stopped off at the hairdresser for a quick cut, and went to the office. From there I hat to go to the infamous Vodaworld (Home of Vodacom) to collect GMans cellphone which was in for repairs (again).
Left there in 5. Then the strangest things started to happen. First, each time I used the brake, the radio cut out? Huh? Then, when I put the air con on (it's getting good n hot out here now) the motor started to lose power? It's an automatic, so the effect is very evident.
Turn the air con off, but turn the fan high. Same result. Turn off the radio, and the fan, and the air con, and we have some semblance of normal driving.
I worked out (in my head) that it had something to do with the alternator, and power supplied to all the motor cars systems. By the time I was half way home, I couldn't get the car over 30km/h!
I stopped under a bridge on the highway. Very nervous, as this is a definite ask for a high jacking! Got out quickly, popped the hood, and took a look in the general area of the alternator.
Wires!!! All of them just hanging there. The dumb fuck darkie that refitted the unit to the car never connected any of the wiring from the alternator back to its matching half on the car!
As the engine was seriously hot, I couldn't do anything immediately, so leaving the hood open, I popped the boot lid, and scrounged for any tools. i found a pair of pliers. Great! I can work with this. Called my bud, told him what the stat was, and he offered to off his darkie! After agreeing that he should do so slowly, he offered to come and give me a hand. I said it should be OK. Will call if I'm stuck.
So, I get the wired connected, and the plugs plugged into each other, and only one burn to the back of my knuckles. Get back into the car and .... nothing. The damn battery is dead. So I wait a while, thinking maybe, just maybe enough power will restore to turn the motor once, then it will start and the alternator can do what it does, and I can go home.
All this time hundreds of cars and trucks are flying past me. No one stops to offer any assistance. Once I saw that it was dead for real, I call my buddy, and he says he will send his wife to come and give me a jump start with her car. I wait next to the road, hood open, with the jumper leads clipped to the top of the hood so all drivers coming towards, and passing me can see them. You would think they would realise I need a jump start.
I'm a middle aged white male, dressed in a suit pants, white shirt and tie, good haircut, with a clean, middle of the road motor car. Who wouldn't want to stop and help? I'll tell you who - over 600 fucking people traveling between Pretoria and my home town, that's who!!!
Eventually, a Gauteng Government - Department of Community Safety car goes past. Next thing the guy is on his brakes, off the road, and backs up. Makes a quick turn on the road side and drives nose up to me. Asks if its a jump start I need. Yup. 30 seconds later my car was running. I told him I had been there over an hour, and he couldn't believe that no one would stop. Sez as soon as he saw the jumper leads on the hood he knew what I was needing! Go figure! 1 out of 600+! Needless to say he's a middle aged white male (Afrikaans speaking)!
Anyway, I drove home, called my friend to tell him to tell his wife never mind, and am relieved that
a) there is nothing else wrong with the car, and
b) I never got hijacked / mugged / robbed / murdered whilst standing next to the R28!
Salagatle!
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Free climbing the Knysna Heads!
Some few years ago, in fact, more than 18 years ago, as I'm sure me and the Princess were not
married yet, I took her on vacation to the Cape East coast. We visited with some friends in
Plett, and whilst there did all the tourist things, including a visit to Knysna. (LIU).
It's a great place, popular with many overseas visitors, and has many lovely natural features. Like the Heads! (LIU). We had had a light lunch at a little restaurant just below the heads, and took a walk seawards, just to see the views, and take some photos.
At some point I decided that I could climb up this damn hill, and come out on top. (Waqs alchol involved?) Well, I gave the Princess the car keys, and told he to wait for me up at the top. I had never done anything like it before, and so foolishly ventured where no sane person had gone before!
Initially it was a steep climb, buy manageable. Using the branched of trees and shrubs, you could pull your self upwards. And sometimes sideways when certain parts became unfriendly. There were thorn bushes tearing at my clothes. The footwear I was wearing, probably beach thongs (plakkies), were not made for this kind of "walk" and grip was non existent.
I'm sure I had on a pair of short pants, and a vest too! At some point I decided that this was stupid, and tried to turn back. There was no going back. I was stuck, with only going up as an option.
I reached places that were so steep it was vertical climbing. Using only my fingertips, and the tips of my toes / plakkies, I crawled up these walls just like those crazy "free climbers" do. I was never going to make it. I was going to fall, and die on the rocks below. My princess would have to spend the rest of her life mourning me, wondering what if......
The houses at the top were non existant at the time of this event. in fact they had just started selling stands up there, and we were keen to buy one....
The North Head (picture with thanx to http://borntofish.blogspot.com/)
After what seemed to be 15 hours, but turns out was only about 2 or 3, I made it to the top. I had taken nothing with to drink, and was near complete exhaustion. Princess was there to meet me. Although she had been worried, she didn't really want to show it, but I knew.
With relief I climbed into the car, made her drive to some place where I could get something to drink.
That was my one and only attempt at solo free climbing. A sport, I believe better left to the less intelligent. As for the heads, well, I conquered the north head, the south head looks like it could be a simpler climb, but I will ever know...
Salagatle!
married yet, I took her on vacation to the Cape East coast. We visited with some friends in
Plett, and whilst there did all the tourist things, including a visit to Knysna. (LIU).
It's a great place, popular with many overseas visitors, and has many lovely natural features. Like the Heads! (LIU). We had had a light lunch at a little restaurant just below the heads, and took a walk seawards, just to see the views, and take some photos.
At some point I decided that I could climb up this damn hill, and come out on top. (Waqs alchol involved?) Well, I gave the Princess the car keys, and told he to wait for me up at the top. I had never done anything like it before, and so foolishly ventured where no sane person had gone before!
Initially it was a steep climb, buy manageable. Using the branched of trees and shrubs, you could pull your self upwards. And sometimes sideways when certain parts became unfriendly. There were thorn bushes tearing at my clothes. The footwear I was wearing, probably beach thongs (plakkies), were not made for this kind of "walk" and grip was non existent.
I'm sure I had on a pair of short pants, and a vest too! At some point I decided that this was stupid, and tried to turn back. There was no going back. I was stuck, with only going up as an option.
I reached places that were so steep it was vertical climbing. Using only my fingertips, and the tips of my toes / plakkies, I crawled up these walls just like those crazy "free climbers" do. I was never going to make it. I was going to fall, and die on the rocks below. My princess would have to spend the rest of her life mourning me, wondering what if......
The houses at the top were non existant at the time of this event. in fact they had just started selling stands up there, and we were keen to buy one....The North Head (picture with thanx to http://borntofish.blogspot.com/)
After what seemed to be 15 hours, but turns out was only about 2 or 3, I made it to the top. I had taken nothing with to drink, and was near complete exhaustion. Princess was there to meet me. Although she had been worried, she didn't really want to show it, but I knew.
With relief I climbed into the car, made her drive to some place where I could get something to drink.
That was my one and only attempt at solo free climbing. A sport, I believe better left to the less intelligent. As for the heads, well, I conquered the north head, the south head looks like it could be a simpler climb, but I will ever know...
Salagatle!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Interesting thought
A friend mentioned to me that he had had a discussion with his elderly father about maybe considering to go and have his prostrate checked (the old man that is, not my friend), to which the old man replied, "If it's about having some guy just sticking his finger up my bum, then I'll just do it myself!"
Taken from Google.......Well, that brought some interesting images to my mind, and seriously hysterical laughter4 from all and sundry around the table!
Salagatle!
The coffee shop
On one of the routes I take to work is a great little coffee shop. On some days when the traffic has been especially bad, and I don't have to get to the office early, I stop at this place, and have a couple of cups of really good coffee. I sit at an outside table so I can smoke, and read the paper / do Sudoku, and watch the rest of the commuters fight their way to their places of work! It's crazy really when you are on the "outside" of the traffic, and just watching. Hooters blaring, women doing their makeup (Lot's of these), people on the cellphones (almost everyone) and the younger drivers with their "Bump" music blaring, and their windows wound down, disturbing the peace!
On that note, the current generation of traffic officers obviously don't know that the loud music is a form of disturbance, and they can request / tell the offenders to turn it down. It happened to me and a friend about 30 years ago!
Anyway, the coffee break is always great, and takes the "edge" off the commute!
Salagatle!
Where is Ross?
One of my more favourite blogs is http://cnut.blogspot.com/. However, it's been sometime now since the owner posted anything. He is a brilliant writer, has an imagination second to none, and should be writing books.
He's a Scot, and a proud one at that (aren't they all), but struggles with employment. Looks like jobs are scarce out there. However, maybe he's looking in the wrong place. Methinks a job where he can utilise his writing skills would be the best option for him.
Anyway, I hope he reads this, and knows that we are missing reading more of his stuff.
Salagatle!
He's a Scot, and a proud one at that (aren't they all), but struggles with employment. Looks like jobs are scarce out there. However, maybe he's looking in the wrong place. Methinks a job where he can utilise his writing skills would be the best option for him.
Anyway, I hope he reads this, and knows that we are missing reading more of his stuff.
Salagatle!
Monday, September 03, 2007
Visiting friends
We had some friends around on Friday evening. They have been friends of ours for a very long time, and are very special to us, but they don't come around very often. In fact, not often enough. Anyway, they were on their way home and called to see if we were in, and then they stopped by.
It was so nice to have them visit again. The guy is self employed, and has been through one of the toughest times in the past 5 - 8 years, but is ever optimistic, really believes in himself, and his knowledge of his market space. And rightfully so, as he's very good at what he does, and knows his stuff. All he needed was a lucky break.
Well, it seems that break has come, and if you go by what he was saying, it'll soon be easy street for him!
I worked for him some years ago (before he fell on hard times), so he knows my work ethic, and my capabilities, and once again he said that when this ship comes in he's coming back for me!
Interesting that he does want me in / on his team, considering that the numbers I throw at him each time would scare the Finance Minister!, but he is adamant.
Well, for his latest try he said he was looking at putting up his own manufacturing plant. It makes sense, as currently he's shopping all the manufacturing out to other engineering works, and that's usually where the bigger profits are. His take on this is he wants me to run it.
Sounds like a good idea. But, will have to wait and see how big his ship really is when it sails in and parks.
Just to be sure that the position is not too risky....
Salagatle!
It was so nice to have them visit again. The guy is self employed, and has been through one of the toughest times in the past 5 - 8 years, but is ever optimistic, really believes in himself, and his knowledge of his market space. And rightfully so, as he's very good at what he does, and knows his stuff. All he needed was a lucky break.
Well, it seems that break has come, and if you go by what he was saying, it'll soon be easy street for him!
I worked for him some years ago (before he fell on hard times), so he knows my work ethic, and my capabilities, and once again he said that when this ship comes in he's coming back for me!
Interesting that he does want me in / on his team, considering that the numbers I throw at him each time would scare the Finance Minister!, but he is adamant.
Well, for his latest try he said he was looking at putting up his own manufacturing plant. It makes sense, as currently he's shopping all the manufacturing out to other engineering works, and that's usually where the bigger profits are. His take on this is he wants me to run it.
Sounds like a good idea. But, will have to wait and see how big his ship really is when it sails in and parks.
Just to be sure that the position is not too risky....
Salagatle!
Kaizer
Today is our white German Shepherd's birthday.
Well, theoretically that is. We got him 4 years ago today, but he was actually born 6 weeks before, on our wedding anniversary!
Happy Birthday boy!
This pic isn't of my dog though, just one I got off Google.
Those of you who know my blog know I don't post any real names, or pics of any of my family and / or friends, so as to protect the innocent....
Salagatle!
Damn mangy dumb dawg
I received this video from a friend. Not sure if I had to get permission to post it, but if I did, send me the correct email address of the "owner" and I'll write him.
In the mean time, enjoy this.
(PS - I also noticed that the "upload video" button had appeared on my menu above so I thought I'd try it......)
Salagatle!
New visitor
I would like to welcome a new visitor, and comments contributor, to my blog. A 2 Z has been calling, and I went to check their blog, but it's by invitation only.
What I can gather though is that this person is ex-South African, and had=s also recently knocked on Divemasters door.
Well, welcome, and maybe some day I can check out your site too.
Another new visitor is Kat-in-a-flap. I called on her recently, and left a comment, and she was nice enough to come and take a look at mine.
Kat, I have 4 blogs. My main one which you visited, one for Vodacom, a company that really pissed me off, and I decided to get back at them, (not too many visitors though) and one for renault South Africa (another terrible service provider) and then the coffin one, for a new venture I am just getting into.
For my other readers (all 3 of you) her site is worth a visit. Very nice. (http://kat-out-of-the-bag.blogspot.com/)
Keep visiting, and welcome!
Salagatle!
What I can gather though is that this person is ex-South African, and had=s also recently knocked on Divemasters door.
Well, welcome, and maybe some day I can check out your site too.
Another new visitor is Kat-in-a-flap. I called on her recently, and left a comment, and she was nice enough to come and take a look at mine.
Kat, I have 4 blogs. My main one which you visited, one for Vodacom, a company that really pissed me off, and I decided to get back at them, (not too many visitors though) and one for renault South Africa (another terrible service provider) and then the coffin one, for a new venture I am just getting into.
For my other readers (all 3 of you) her site is worth a visit. Very nice. (http://kat-out-of-the-bag.blogspot.com/)
Keep visiting, and welcome!
Salagatle!
Maintenance
This weekend, what with 1st September being the official Spring Day, we also started with maintenance around the house. Some was supposed to have been done in the winter, but finances, and the cold, didn't allow for it.
We started with the balcony and deck, and the front door and stairs. because these are tiled with natural slate tiles, they need to be treated, and it's done every 6 months.
Looks damn good when done though.
On the left is the untreated tiles, on the right, they have just been treated.
This is a close up of the same.
It seems though that the tiles on Queenie's deck were treated with a different product, so next weekend I will have to get some of that and then Witness can do her deck as well.
In the bottom of the first picture you can see one of our cycad plants which after the worst of the winter had passed, decided to die on us. All the leaves are dead, but we are hopeful that the plant is still alive and will regenerate.
Salagatle!
The first casket is done...
So, I made my first coffin / casket. There are some realities which quickly come into play. It's not as easy as you may think, although it's not really difficult. With the chipboard pre cut, and having to measure, decide on spacing, drill and then screw the pieces together, I was done in 35 minutes.
Ok, I didn't have the plastic lining in, I didn't have the handles on, nor did I have the 6 holes in the lid for the "Thumb Screws". However, I am confident that with a jig for the drilling, a solid worktop to ensure the boards don't bow, and with everything on hand, I can do one, on my own in about 40 minutes. Probably 30, even 20 minutes after some practice.
I am considering varnishing the caskets, as it will look a lot better. Witness was surprised at the shape. He expected a conventional coffin shape, so maybe that's to be looked at. Not sure what this market wants. What I will do, next weekend, is strip down this model, and remake a conventional shaped one out of the material. It will give me an indication of the complexity.
I am satisfied that it is a viable option still, and the export market for SKU's (semi knock down units) is still very real! In fact, after much consideration, maybe the SKU export market is rather where I want to play...
Some lessons learned:-
As per my "mentor" Fishman, (http://borntofish.blogspot.com/) I used 5x60mm chipboard screws. I think this is the right choice for fixing the sides to the bottom. However I think for the rest of the construction probably 4x40mm would suffice. Also, getting the pilot hole, and then the screw straight is imperative, else the screws tear through the chipboard and are exposed.
Making sure that screws which would probably be within 50 / 75 mm of each other (at 90 degrees of course), maybe the distance needs to increase as this also caused the chipboard to pop / crack / whatever.
I have made notes on drilling spacing and centers, and will be going to a friends place to look at having some jigs made up. This will save a lot of time with regards marking off and sizing before drilling. Also, it means that a less skilled person could be doing that part of the job.
I will also need to assemble a more sturdy platform on which to work. I used two trestles today, and find that the chipboard will sag, so you need to be more careful when fixing the sides to the bottom that it's all aligned. A better platform will take that issue away. Maybe I should collect the old workbench at Mom's place, and make some modifications to that.
So, although I may not be in the position to make 10 / 20 a day yet, and I haven't even had a go at trying to get some buyers lined up, I feel confident that this matter is on course, and that it can succeed.
Salagatle!
Ok, I didn't have the plastic lining in, I didn't have the handles on, nor did I have the 6 holes in the lid for the "Thumb Screws". However, I am confident that with a jig for the drilling, a solid worktop to ensure the boards don't bow, and with everything on hand, I can do one, on my own in about 40 minutes. Probably 30, even 20 minutes after some practice.
I am considering varnishing the caskets, as it will look a lot better. Witness was surprised at the shape. He expected a conventional coffin shape, so maybe that's to be looked at. Not sure what this market wants. What I will do, next weekend, is strip down this model, and remake a conventional shaped one out of the material. It will give me an indication of the complexity.
I am satisfied that it is a viable option still, and the export market for SKU's (semi knock down units) is still very real! In fact, after much consideration, maybe the SKU export market is rather where I want to play...Some lessons learned:-
As per my "mentor" Fishman, (http://borntofish.blogspot.com/) I used 5x60mm chipboard screws. I think this is the right choice for fixing the sides to the bottom. However I think for the rest of the construction probably 4x40mm would suffice. Also, getting the pilot hole, and then the screw straight is imperative, else the screws tear through the chipboard and are exposed.
Making sure that screws which would probably be within 50 / 75 mm of each other (at 90 degrees of course), maybe the distance needs to increase as this also caused the chipboard to pop / crack / whatever.
I have made notes on drilling spacing and centers, and will be going to a friends place to look at having some jigs made up. This will save a lot of time with regards marking off and sizing before drilling. Also, it means that a less skilled person could be doing that part of the job.
I will also need to assemble a more sturdy platform on which to work. I used two trestles today, and find that the chipboard will sag, so you need to be more careful when fixing the sides to the bottom that it's all aligned. A better platform will take that issue away. Maybe I should collect the old workbench at Mom's place, and make some modifications to that.
So, although I may not be in the position to make 10 / 20 a day yet, and I haven't even had a go at trying to get some buyers lined up, I feel confident that this matter is on course, and that it can succeed.
Salagatle!
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