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Oh Dear…

I did it again!

What a pusillanimous excuse.

roblemalbecI missed yesterday. I was busy. I woke from my Nap-fu practice to the smell of BBQ wafting through my bedroom window. After shaking myself awake, I followed my nose… and found myself amongst genial company, BBQ smoked pork ribs and beer; and that was the day gone. I took over a bottle of Argentine Malbec and some queijo coalho (grilling cheese) on sticks, and proceeded to get genial.

It was a good thing I didn’t have classes yesterday.

WordPress has done it again. They made a new ‘My Sites’ page that I began to use as my base. It was great. Then they ‘fixed’ it; it wasn’t broken. They made it a two column affair, which was okay, but they left out the ‘new post’ link which made it about as much use as tits on a bull. I haven’t opened it since, but have rather gone back to my previous method of opening the new post page. People will meddle! I went to the WP site to complain, and they had closed comments… Pffft!

I made a breakthough the other day. I finally, after years of mystery, managed to make a transparent background .gif image on CorelDraw. Now all I have to do is remember how I did it, so that I can do it again…

Today is Marilyn Munro Day. Why? Marilyn Munro was a screen whore; why have a day for her? I’d rather she was forgotten as the miserable example she was to women. Apparently it’s also Black Cat Day, I’d rather see a black cat than MM. So we finally have to double up days so we can give everyone and everything a shot at being famous/remembered for a day.

Tomorrow is the end of October. Halloween. Another month of 2014 will have bitten the dust and become relegated to history. Only two more months of this year left… where did it all go?

A Leonardo da Vinci selfie

A Leonardo da Vinci selfie

Selfies have become the scourge of the internet.

Anybody with a digital camera or cellphone takes them with abandon.

But selfies are not a new idea, they’ve been around for centuries. Leonardo da Vinci, among many toher artists, took selfies. And they were a damned sight better than digital ones.

I finished the asparagus for a morning snack. My pee won’t smell funny anymore.

It’s lunch time, I’ve missed most of the news by posting this. Time just flies when you’re having fun.

Lunch today the last of the fish.

Tomorrow will have to be a supermarket day.

Hot hot day out there. The sun is very intense, so I’m staying inside under the fan with iced water.

Later.

Back to Normal

imwastedOooh, there’s that nasty word again!

The party is over, the singing and dancing done. The botequim bill is paid. I’m wasted.

Even the dishes have been done!

Oh, don’t get the idea that I am becoming domesticated, I didn’t do them. It was the laundry lady… ūüôā

Revellers came and went, then more came and eventualluy I went.

Yes, I went to bed at 9pm after another marathon BBQ.

Emmylee & Ellen

Emmylee & Ellen – selfie

I didn’t get to take any photos. Less than five minutes after her arrival Emmylee had control of the camera. I checked the SD card this morning, selfies galore.

The girls are growing up. Ems is nearly eight and Ellen nearly fifteen on the 17th & 7th of next month.

I haven’t seen the girls for a few months as my financial situation hasn’t been that great. When Ems got out of the car she ran along the path and flew into my arms, the hug was awesome… close to being in heaven. It was once she unglued herself that the next question was “Where’s the camera?”

As I predicted yesterday, the ex was late. Just as well, as it gave me time to do all that was necessary.

I had a mishap, messing with things in the fridge, I let the jar of homemade chimichurri fall. I had a light green sludge and glass all ove the floor. The sludge was light green, but the air was blue, very very blue. So blue that even my neighbours called out to see ouf all was okay.

Eddie & ex, the dancing done

Eddie & ex, the dancing done

Dad and his girl

Dad and his girl

The workers take a break, artfully photographed by Emmylee. The tilt is the camera, and no measure of the beer

The workers take a break, artfully photographed by Emmylee. The tilt is the camera, and no measure of the beer

Even the leaves take selfies

Even the leaves take selfies

Awesome birthday. Thank you to all who commented and wished me a happy one.

I got 24 comments on one post, I think that is another record.

Today is R & R, rest and recuperation relaxation. I’m back on sprkling mineral water.

My posting is all but done for the day. Once completed it will be Nap-fu practice. A well deserved Nap-fu, as I didn’t practice yesterday. Need to hone my skills.

Birthdays are over for the year, Xmas is nigh, but I don’t make such a big deal at Xmas. There will be¬† BBQ, but not two in a row.

Major news this week was the refusal by China to open elections in Hong Kong. I have great fears that this could well lead to another Tiananmen, or worse.

Russia is calling for dialogue on Ukraine. What a two-faced bastard! The EU is calling for more sanctions. Bugger all this, just shut the doors completely and freeze them out of the global market. Stop pussy-footing around.

Chile has its first gay sailor… Wow! Meanwhile¬† the first openly gay player drafted into the National Football League, fails to make the final roster for the St Louis Rams. Makes me wonder if this smacks of homophobia.

Ther’s a heap of shit going on in the world at the moment, if all this energy was spent putting the planet in environmental order, maybe the human race would survive.

We are a myopic race.

I shall blog along, and retire…

Later.

 

 

 

–°–Ķ–Ľ—Ą–ł

I finally discovered that selfies are a threat. One of my highly esteemed visitors here posted a selfie on his blog. Lenny, just because I did…

Putin' selfies on the net

Putin’ selfies on the net

Not only that; they’re spreading across the world, even Putinland has the ubiquitous selfie = –°–Ķ–Ľ—Ą–ł. But then he deserves them.

Selfies are the peak of vanity, they are horrible, having that arm extended… I truly wonder what we’ll come up with next.

It’s 5am, BTW. I have been up three times already, this time I made coffee, giving in to insomnia.

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Off with a hiss and a roar.

My new blog has received various accolades from WordPress, my rats are stattling along. I am surprised, as this is the fastest that any of my blogs has begun. First, 5 likes, then 10, now 20 and this is only the beginning of the third day.

Even God hadn’t got this far on the third day; he was still adding widgets.

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Now there’s a modern version of creationism.

First God created a blog, he saw that it was good. On the second day he changed the theme to a WordPress light and added an app called firmament…. And on the sixth day he added the Adam widget, and then the Eve widget; which got a virus called Snake which in turn gave the world Apple, apple_logoand the world has never been the same since. On the seventh day God rested and received accolades from WordPress.

I see that Apple is in the poop, deep in the poop. I read a paper yesterday that discloses Apple has imbedded invasive codes into ALL its products, that do nefarious things like giving ALL your personal data, by passing passwords, to third parties. The rot is so deep that there are calls for a thorough criminal investigation and charges against all mid level and top level company executives. The scenario is so bad that it pales NSA into oblivion, apparently.

Another one bites the dust…

Oh, you don’t believe me, then have a read: The Internet of Things. It’s quite scary.

Fist bumps

Fist bumps

Fist bumps.

WTF is with this fist bumps?

I refuse to acknowledge fist bumps. I shake hands.

This fist bumps shit, to me, is a sign of aggression, it stems from gangs, it symbolises ‘yo dawg’.

Whereas a solid handshake is gentlemanly, warmth, solidarity.

Now they’re telling us fist bumps are healthier…

My upbringing says shake hands

My upbringing says shake hands

So I wash my hands and shake hands; or I work elbow deep in shit and fist bump, that’s healthier?

Not in my book.

Don’t thrust your fist bumping at me, if you don’t want to shake hands like a man, fine; just don’t expect a conversation.

Fist bumping is rife here in Brazil, but friends still shake hands.

It’s now 6am, I can see some Nap-fu practise coming up.

Later.

 

A Loathing

Yes, I loathe selfies; hate them with a passion.

Even more so now.

Having had my hair and beard cut that morning, it added a touch of the demented

Having had my hair and beard cut that morning, it added a touch of the deranged

Last night in class we were discussing my new cellphone. I had earlier in the day bought a new SIM card and inserted same. I had verified that the camera now worked, but hadn’t actually taken a photo. My students, an accountant and a logistics supervisor, both of whom should know better, convinced me that traditionally, one takes a selfie to prove the camera works.

I took a selfie.

True to form, it made me look like a criminal, to make matters worse, I had chosen to wear an orange T-shirt which only served to highlight my potential criminality.

All this merely confirms my loathing.

Never again.

Late start today. 12:45 and I’ve just finished a bacon and egg breakfast.

It began raining last night, and is forecast to  continue until Tuesday or Wednesday.

Just had a double power surge and had to restart PC. These are Monday things, not for a Friday. I was lucky, autosave saved what I had so far. I so loathe it when I lose writing.

I was up during the night, yes, playing with my cellphone. Give a kid a new toy and…

I had removed the SIM card to download the criminal photo, and the battery fell out, so I had to reset everything again.

This is now my wallpaper.

Suits the 'fire orange' them of my cellphone

Suits the ‘fire orange’ them of my cellphone

My late start was due to the rain and very cool temps. It’s not underwear weather. I am in T-shirt and brushed cotton pants to stave off the cold.

Clorinha took one look at me an wondered why I had so much fur on, then went back to sleep on the sofa.

The plant I posted yesterday is apparently a Beefsteak (Perilla frutescens) plant, thank you to MWPG identifying it for me.

fartA suggestion in comments, that in order to combat global  flatulence, we should cull humans. I quite agree, there are far too many of us.

I didn’t actually get to the supermarket yesterday. The ATM had remembered how to money, so I paid the rent, by that time I was close to lunch in both space and time. Snap decision…

Caught the restaurant out falsifying food. They had sole fillets listed on the buffet… yum. When I cut into the first one it was pink inside. Sole doesn’t have colour. They were passing off panga (R$9/kg) as sole (R$28/kg). The manager wasn’t aware and gave the kitchen a bollocking for putting the restaurant at risk of a heavy fine. Our consumer protection, ProCon, just love to dish out R$10,000 fines for this type of infraction. The manager thanked me for the information, but he didn’t go as far as offering a free lunch.

Also, I loathe panga. Panga is a Vietnamese export. Raised in the Mekong River Delta which is the sewer of South East Asia and they fill it with hormones to grow quicker.

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No, I was practising my Nap-fu

After which I went home to practice my Nap-fu.

Big steel birds seem to be falling out of the sky somewhat regularly, shot down, hi-jacked, sand storm have taken their toll in recent months.

Israel is on the path to succeeding in their planned genocide of the Palestinians. I hope that if and when the last Palestinian falls that the UN, Britain and the USA are taken to book for giving Palestine to the Israelis in the first place. They started it. It has become obviously aware that Israel will not stop until Gaza is gone.

I have a heap of posting to do today, so I should really blog along.

I will leave you all with my loathings for the day and go and make more coffee.

Later.

 

 

It’s not over yet

funnycatgoutBBQ Christmas Eve

BBQ Christmas Day

BBQ Today

Dinner out on the course tomorrow.

Oh my gout is going to kill me!

And it all starts again for New Year. Then I have a week to recover before my fist classes.

Seriously, New Year won’t be as heavy as Christmas.

Selfies…

You all know how I hate selfies.

The girls took control of the camera yesterday, and guess what? Selfies…

My two xodos (darlings), yes, it's a selfie

My two xodos (darlings), yes, it’s a selfie

They managed 130+ photos before the battery gave out exhausted. I resuscitated it this morning.

Must away, my soap-opera is due to start…

Later.

Organising my Christmas Spirit

christmasspiritsI have said that I don’t ‘do’ Christmas, but I do celebrate Quafftide.

For this reason I am showing you my Christmas Spirits.

Yesterday my bossette gave me a bottle of Finca Alcayata Syrah, an Argentine wine from Mendoza.

I gave myself a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red Label (It was on special at the supermarket, $20 off normal price – irresistible).

Today is a short day. Normally my lessons start around 5pm, but today I have a 2pm, it just makes the day seem so short. So I am pounding the keys like a madman trying to get all my blogging done.

Emmylee Selfie

Emmylee doing a selfie

Selfies; do you know what a selfie is?

I hate them!

They must be the epitome of vanity; an ego trip. Photos everywhere today are selfies.

Even my daughter, Emmylee, leaves selfies on my cameras.

What’s with this selfie obsession?

It’s becoming harder and harder to understand the younger generation. It makes me wonder if I generated the same questions for my grandmother… I wonder what she would have blogged about if blogs were around in her days…

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The gentlemanly thing to do

Obama was castigated for shaking hands at Mandela’s wake with Cuban dictator Raul Castro.

What was he to do on the spur of the moment at such a solemn occasion? Tell him to “F**k off!”

For me he did the right thing, the gentlemanly thing. I don’t agree with much everything that he has done, but this was done right.

The weather here hasn’t really recovered from last week, it’s still overcast and there is a threat of rain tonight and tomorrow. Still, I like it like this, I can drink hot coffee without sweating.

Time for more coffee, then that all important nap.

Later.

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