Princess was on a boat cruise over the weekend as part of a school tour for the top academic achievers of each grade. She obviously takes after me… Seeing that it was our twenty-first wedding anniversary last Thursday, I knew this weekend had serious potential for a date night. I just needed to get rid of Dude. Which is extremely easy to do. One only needs to move the PlayStation console and plug it into a different monitor at the venue you want him to move to. Like a friend’s house. Continue reading
I don’t know what’s up with our office kitchen but if the fridge is not a gestation chamber for toxic waste, then the teaspoons are eloping.
We are constantly having to stock up on teaspoons. Like doughnuts at a police convention. A lady in the office even started marking them with nail polish because that is what some women do when they want to secure their possessions from theft. I’m not sure how it prevents the theft from actually taking place but who am I to judge what goes on in the mind of the female gender. It’s not like the nail polish is radioactive and can induce a coma on contact, it’s just red nail polish. Or maybe it’s rose pink. Or it may even be dark coral. No, I think it’s magenta. Or you know what, it fuchsia, it’s definitely fuchsia. Or… Just. Let. It. Go. Continue reading
Good morning, afternoon and evening to you all. My name is Ah Dad and I am a Superheriolic. (Also evidently, slightly confused about time-zones.) It has been more than two weeks since my last viewing. And that was a re-run of the first Superman. What can I say, I was desperate.
Most of my regular peeps (I’m tryin’ to be hip and cool in front of the kids) would know that I am proudly geek and have an unrealistic love of all things super, including my Wife. Continue reading
I started typing this 13 minutes before the big reveal that is the Academy Awards nominations of 2015. I suppose it’s only a BIG deal if you like movies as much as I do. Or if you’re name is called, but then alas you’re also into movies. I must admit, this is not going to make me cry like that moment when South Africa is going to hold up the Web Ellis trophy as winners of the Rugby World Cup later this year.
I’m gonna try something I’ve never done before, give my own brief reactions as they call out the different categories, edit quickly and then post. Thus referring to them as “semi-live”. Please note, living in the bottom half of Africa implies that we’re not privy to all the movies they are talking about, but we do have live audio streaming. And we can always buy pirate copies on street corners.
For those of you who are still ignorant to the fact, I’ll confess again.
Hi, my name is Pieter and I am a geek. It has been 17 days since my last superhero movie viewing. I am in desperate need of a sponsor.
Based on this notorious truth, friends who have become followers have asked me why I haven’t posted a review for ‘Man of Steel’, since I was raving about the movie so much that some people wanted to put me down. Seriously, my wife would have consider it a mercy killing. Needless to say my non-geek, uncultured love of my life did not watch the movie with me. Continue reading
Yesterday a read a news headline on the world wide web that made me smile.
Today I read one that forced me to take medicine, the kind that reduce anxiety and lower blood pressure. This was a result of reading Andrew Garfield’s idiotic take on exploring a more “flexible sexuality” for Spiderman. Andrew, what are you smoking, friend? I expect bullshit like that to flow from the mouth of James Franco, not you. You should speak to the director, maybe the mask is a little too tight and it doesn’t allow for enough blood circulation to the right body parts…i.e your brain. Continue reading
I was born on 11 January 2013. I am two months old today, that is Me, the writer. This day coincides with the day I published my first post on this blog. (40 posts ago) I am still an infant blogger. I drink milk, (prefer beer and wine) but I learn something new every day, therefore I’m growing. It’s great.
When I started on this journey, I knew that it was something I wanted to do for a very long time but I didn’t realise how addictive it would become.
WordPress lists some tips on blogging in numerous articles, and one of the tips was to post regularly. (And keep the content good, and don’t get lazy). One article suggested that I should find a posting schedule that I am comfortable with. It started as one post a week, grew to two, but it became very clear, very soon that I needed to post once a day, every weekday. (I have mentioned before that weekends were invented for doing nothing.)
In a very short period of time WordPress was listed by Google as one of my most frequently visited websites. Forgotten children like Rotten tomatoes, Facebook and Superherohype were pushed aside, packed away in dark corners. Calling my name, calling for attention, but useless calls nonetheless.
I don’t know any crackheads, yet, but I do know that (1) I get very agitated when I don’t have Internet access, (2) I constantly think of what to write, (3) How to write and (4) When I will get the opportunity to write. I verify my following daily, check for comments like a little kid who has never seen candy. I spend hours reading random stuff from total strangers as if my life depends on it. Is this normal? Is this was they call obsession?
My craving for posting daily has also created some concerns for my wife. She reckons I spend too much time in front of the computer when I am at home. Am I really becoming that guy? (Writer is smiling) I could reply with “Well, be grateful it’s not porn!” but I know better.
My wife has also asked me how do I come up with something to write about every day?
That’s an easy one. Finding topics to write about is about as difficult as finding oxygen. “It happens”, like Forrest Gump said. It’s just shit on the shoe and then we write. I say “we” with the utmost respect to all the great writers out there in the blogosphere. I am fortunate to be part of this amazing community of writers.
I write about specific things that happen, inspirational stories or anecdotes I pick up daily. I prefer to keep it personal, to tell stories that I have been a witness to. Stories I want my kids to read. My gratification does not come from the topic I choose, it comes from the act of writing, the process. Putting thoughts on-screen, wrestling with words, contemplating new titles, fighting with paragraphs. Like an artist trying to mix the perfect colour on his pallet for his next genius stroke.
Life is a toyshop of tales and experiences. It is a never-ending story that only needs willing people to observe and report on it. Writing has become such an integral part of my daily activity, that it’s difficult to imagine a time in my life without doing it.
Today I look at life differently, I am more cautious with my opinions, I observe more, I consider more, I listen more, I see more, I think more, I am more connected. It’s a kind of freedom that is very difficult to explain. A freedom of expression, freedom of stress, freedom of worries, freedom of being alive in a way.
Maybe En Vogue (the girl group, generation Y!) expressed it best in the title of their nineties hit:
“Free your mind” because that is what writing does. The ability to write is the big copper key that turns the heavy lock, swings the steel door wide open and allows your mind to escape.