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Where credit belongs …

“It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly…who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”

– Theodore Roosevelt, 1910

Here’s the thing …

Substance clings to a delicate thread of Trust.

Break the Trust, lose the Substance.

Then it’s only a matter of time before you’re staring down the barrel of The End
and Fate wraps her long finger around the trigger.

And squeezes.



“If you once forfeit the confidence of your fellow citizens, you can never regain their respect and esteem. It is true that you may fool all of the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all of the time; but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time.”
– Abraham Lincoln

Life as a programmer

“You know, when you have a program that does something really cool, and you wrote it from scratch, and it took a significant part of your life, you grow fond of it. When it’s finished, it feels like some kind of amorphous sculpture that you’ve created. It has an abstract shape in your head that’s completely independent of its actual purpose. Elegant, simple, beautiful. Then, only a year later, after making dozens of pragmatic alterations to suit the people who use it, not only has your Venus- de-Milo lost both arms, she also has a giraffe’s head sticking out of her chest and a cherubic penis that squirts colored water into a plastic bucket. The romance has become so painful that each day you struggle with an overwhelming urge to smash the fucking thing to pieces with a hammer.”

Nick Foster

General hoo haa

I’ve had 7 hours sleep, so I’m doing a whole lot better today =) Sleeping pills and earplugs, that’s the trick! I have a teeny hangover from the tablet, but it’ll wear off soon (I hope).

Luckily, there was no power cut last night, so I didn’t miss any of LOST. Whew! And thank goodness I didn’t either – it was another mindblowingly awesome episode! Man, I love that show. It really sucks having to wait another whole 7 days to see what happens next.

I’m a bit sore from yesterday’s gym session, my butt in particular. My Personal Torturer really nailed my ass! Wait, that doesn’t sound too good. Oh well, you know what I mean …

It’s peeing down here in Cape Town today and freezing cold too. The bad news is that I have another leak in my roof. Yup, there’s no mistake, it’s definitely water dripping down onto my ceiling again. So I need to call the roof guys in pronto. Last year, I left it too long and there was so much water damage that my whole bedroom had to be gutted!

I didn’t do The Dreaded Weekly Grocery Shop yesterday, so now I’m going to have to brave the grotty weather to do something I could have done yesterday when it wasn’t raining cats and dogs. Serves me right for being The Queen of Procrastination. Seriously. I rule. When it comes to shopping or housework, I can out-delay, out-excuse and out-stall ANYONE!

Well, I’m off to wade through my Inbox – looks like I’ve won another 6 email lotteries overnight … yaaay.

Arb Quote: “The difference between erotic and kinky is that one uses a feather, the other uses the whole chicken.”