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Demons

DarkrecessesWe all have them.

Barricaded, hidden in the deepest recesses of our minds.

Most of us can control our Gollums, our Sméagols, but sometimes they get loose. Sometimes they’re right out in front like Wall St bankers, CEOs, presidents, prime ministers, politicians and other two faced bastards.

Sometimes we can’t control our demons, we don’t recognise them and they get the better of us; they haunt us.

I don’t know what demons Robin Williams was facing, but they got the better of him; his death is an apparent suicide.

Addendum: I found this later.

Robin Williams ‘aware of his demons’

I identify with RW because we are the same age, within a month, and it saddens me that the hero of comedy has gone. I remember the early years, Mork and Mindy, they were funny at the time, but then he became immortal in Good Morning Vietnam and The Dead Poets’ Society.

R.I.P. Robin Williams, you are free from your demons now. Make the angels laugh with your inimitable wit.

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Image – The Max Files

Today is World Elephant Day, 12th Aug.

Why?

Who makes these decisions?

Why today, and not tomorrow or yesterday?

It seems like every day is World (something) Day.

What is this compulsion to give everything a ‘day’?

Don’t they exist on other day?

Do they just magically appear for their day, and then disappear into oblivion, while we celebrate something else tomorrow?

Kitty has had her kittens.

Kitty

Kitty’s colouring

The owner denies that they were born at home. She spends too much time on the street and it appears that her milk has dried up.

I don’t trust this bastard, I have seen him maltreat cats before, and have always suspected him as being the author of the poison that took my Meow Meow and da Meow. I think he got rid of them, probably by throwing them in the creek that runs by our praça.

There are some cruel people in this world. I hope his demons come to haunt him.

I really wanted one, I had even named him Chocolate (Shocolatch in Portuguese) if his colouring was like Mum’s.

Well, that’s a 2am post so far, back to bed…

Hopefully the blogging demons that were keeping me awake have been exorcised.

Good morning, Coffeed bread rolls and ham and ready to go

 Is the blog dead?

I wasn’t aware that it was…

Should we mourn the end of blogs?

Maintaining a personal blog has become entrepreneurial, and young people want nothing to do with it.

‘Most of the personal blogs I once followed have vanished…’ Photograph: Anatoli Babi/Alamy

Source: TheGuardian Read more

My blog/s is/aren’t dead. And I certainly don’t consider them entrepreneurial.

The trouble with young people is that they’re too freakin’ lazy. To have a good blog you need to work at it.

Any fool can FB, Twit, etc. You don’t even need half a brain. In my mind these social media platforms are a total load of crap and will never replace blogging.

For me, blogging is alive and well.

Must blog along, got heaps to do.

Later.

 

Are we Doomed?

TGIF

I have successfully made it through another week, albeit a short one. The arrival of Friday is always a milestone.

Last night was another Dead Cow occasion. Halfway through my lesson last night, I had a stroke of genius and decided that a second Dead Cow event this week wouldn’t go amiss.

They’ve changed presenters a couple of times since this one

The only point that marred the occasion was that they had the TV on a programme called Cidade Alerta (Alert City) requested by the next table before my arrival. It is the pits of a news programme, banality at its worst. Last night their main topic as the Brazilian goalie, Bruno (sadly of Flamengo fame), and the court case surrounding the kidnapping and subsequent murder of his ex-girlfriend over a paternity matter. Now the murder was a couple of years ago, and every so often the news breaks out in spots over it. But, it has reached a jury at last, so the rash of reporting is greater than just an outbreak in spots. Cidade Alerta raves on and on, repeating itself, repeating the same images time and time again ad nauseum for a couple of hours. Boring af!

They finally turned on the other TV to the regular news channel. I requested a move of tables so that I could watch it. No sooner than I was installed at the new table, the other TV was switched over…. Aaarrrggghhhh!

‘Boring af’, have you figured that one out yet?

It’s a Twitter abbreviation.

I have just read an article on BBC News about the future of the English language and it makes me wonder if we are indeed doomed.

Things like IMO, or more formally IMHO, meaning In My (Humble) Opinion, or emoticons, 😉

Is it already too late?

Are these now already an irrevocable part of the English language?

Will they appear in dictionaries?

WTF do you put a yellow ball in the alphabet? (Where, as opposed to What)

As a teacher of advanced English I am not ready for this, although I am guilty of having used them on occasions.

As a result of Twitter and all the other banal forms of social media, are we seeing the destruction of English?

Sitting on a Brazilian bus in Rio de Janeiro, high school kids across the aisle were laughing at a joke and one actually said “LOL” in place of laughing. LOL is now in Portuguese, so it’s not just English that is changing. The ability to communicate is hemorrhaging.

Black Friday hits Brazil with a vengeance

Another American import is this year intruding into the lives of Brazilians. Black Friday, you know that insanity after Thanksgiving. Last night on TV chain stores, airlines, Chevrolet were all offering Black Friday specials.

Some stores had ‘Red Friday’ or ‘Dark Friday’.

I am suspecting that in an hour I will see the induced madness on the news. The stores were opening at 10pm last night, advertising 26 hours.

And… we don’t even have Thanksgiving!

We don’t need this shit!

Brazilians are already broke, the inadimplência (failing to pay your credit card) is already at record levels, but the government is pushing Brazilians to buy, buy, buy to keep the economy moving.

I finally got my credit card paid off and cancelled it. Credit is a fools game. But on TV, in the shops, all advertising shows the price of buying on credit, the price of the installments with the cash price in little bitty letters, so small that on TV they are unreadable.

Then Brazilians wonder what went wrong when they can’t pay; they treat the installment price as thought it were the cash price.

Lovely sunny day out there, light breeze, inside… wonderful Brazilian coffee and my Rubbish (Lixo, my cat) is asleep on the sofa.

Lessons tonight at 4pm, home at 9pm which is my designated beer o’clock.

Later.

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