Safe My Mate

So, what a day hey? It's been quite nice here in Durban, weather-wise. Also, this evening, I've made a new blog! I know what everyone is thinking. How are you going to keep track of me with all my multiple blogs and stuff? Never fear valued reader, I won't update the other blog. I just got it because it comes with the Yahoo package. I got a Yahoo email address so I could sign up for this blogger thing. You see, I was being clever. I don't want to get my normal addresses all muddled up in Internet land with spam and stuff. So, boring story made short: here is the other blog. You can check it out once (and never again). It's not going to change.

http://uk.360.yahoo.com/getdownadam


This morning I went to a funeral. This isn't the place to get into details, but it was a family friend who was two years younger than me. Quite hectic, but that's life and death (as we know it). I was tempted now to go into the Life & Death & Taxes thing now, but some places you don't pay taxes, so that saying no longer holds. My Dad is now telling me the different hymns we apparently sang, but anyone who knows me will know I don't sing Catholic hymns at funerals. (Almost put one of those winking smileys there, but that's also something I don't do.)

On a lighter note, I came across a brilliant 'quote' today. I toyed with whether or not to put it on, but decided to. It's less of a quote than a toast.

Please raise your glasses
A toast
To lying, cheating, stealing, fighting and drinking.
If you lie, lie for a loved one;
If you cheat, cheat death;
If you steal, steal someone's heart;
If you fight, fight for your brother;
and if you drink, drink with friends.
Salut

And with that I bid you all a good evening, and a safe tomorrow.

Post script
Apologies for the lack of photographs. This Blogger Uploader Device was having issues which were beyond me. I'll post them above at a later stage.

Comments Restricted

So, as anyone with any sense would do, I'm now restricting comments to registered users again (seeing as no one told me the name of that song). This will also save me from raving lunatics of med students who spend their long weekends on campus.

And which raving lunatic are we talking about? Let's see.



Name them and shame them I always say.
In your face med-schooler. That will teach you to say 'ass' in my comments section. And, although I always welcome comments, let this go as a warning. If you swear on my blog (in any form), I will hunt you down, catch you in my headlights and shoot you (albeit with a camera), just like I did above.

Wakey Wakey

Good morning!

It's Friday, and I'm in sunny Durbz. I thought I'd wake up this early to at least pretend that I was going to lectures, but for all of you that really are going, have fun.

Becasue I'm at home, I have the rare opportunity to add a photo from back in the day to my blog, so here it is:

TA DAAAAA! You have no idea how much of an issue it was to upload this.

The photo is Sister & Me on the Spido Cruise in Rotterdam, 2001. I was still in standard 8 (grade/year 10; form 4). She was a 1st year in Varsity. She doesn't really like this photo but its the only one that was easily accessible.

Time passes by, I am now in my third year, and Sister has an honours degree in psychology from Rhodes, a PGCE from UNISA and a CELTA somethingamijig TEFL whatchamacallit from Doodahvilleston. And I still have that same jacket (from Mr Price) and wore it last week when I played soccer in the rain. I've had two different pairs of glasses since then though.

Alright.

Goodbye folk, and thanks for watching. (And check out http://classiccartoons.blogspot.com/ - find the long sequences and move your scroley mouse button in the right direction very quickly. It's like watching a silent movie in colour.)

And as a final postcript. I found out that the Word of The Day for a day VERY close to my birthday last year was

laconic \luh-KON-ik\, adjective:Using or marked by the use of a minimum of words; brief and pithy; brusque.
Readers' reports range from the laconic to the verbose.-- Bernard Stamler, "A Brooklyncentric View of Life", New York Times, February 28, 1999

Source: Dictionary.com

Strange isinit?

Off to See the Wizard

Good afternoon. You may all be asking the same question: How much time does this guy have? I'll put the answer at the bottom of this post.

My tutorial for research in psychology finished early. Very interesting new topic of research, but this kind of stuff can't ethically or legally be written in a blog, so leave your email address under comments and I'll email it to you. As I was saying, in my excitement I decided to post this. What excitement, you may ask...

I received one of THOSE emails. You know the type: Fwd: FW: fw: re: Fwd: Fwd: FW: Fwd: re: :re Fwd: FW: Interesting
Yes, that was the subject line. And the email goes a little something like this:

On Thursday, May 4, 2006, at two minutes and three seconds after 01:00 AM in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06. This will never happen again in your lifetime!

Although, being the extreme scientist that I am, I have found away around the typical NEVER AGAIN in your lifetime slant. There must be a whole bunch of different time zones in the world, so if this kind of thing tickles your fancy, buy your airplane ticket now. You'll probably experience this rare event at least 12 times. You lucky sucker, you.

Here is the photo for the post. I had the option of this or the picture of a dead (aborted baby) which someone I live with sent to me. Some people get a little tense, don't you think.

This is me and sister at the Cliffs of Mohr, Ireland. The spot where Westlife filmed their famous music video. Problem is, we can't remember which song they sang in that damn thing. The comments section awaits for anyone who does. I'll take away the thing that says you have to be a Blogger yourself to comment. It makes the whole process easier.

I thought this photo was a good idea because, in contrast to sending people pictures of dead babies from medical textbooks or wherever, it shows that there are definate boundaries in life which you should not cross. The edge of a cliff being one of them.

And before I forget. Yes, sister. You give me the ticket to England and Barcelona, and I'll be there.

Totsiens, julle. Ek gaan more Durban toe. My tweede vakansie hierdie maand!

Answer: A LOT.

My Family Read(s) This

Hello. I was told I'm very verbose in my thingies. Kinky. I think 'thingies' meant blog postings.

As I said. My family read(s) this, so don't post naughty or weird comments. The love potion thing is a question that blogger asks when you do your profile. I updated my profile and now there's something about a dragon on my profile. I didn't want to waste any of my humour (although I might be the only one that gets it), so I put the old one on my blog.

Here is the photo for the day.

Me and other Volunteer Firefighters at Newlands Control when we met the Stormers for some press release, quite a while ago. I look thin... that's cos I am. Not much point to this photo, other than to show off the fact that I'm a firefighter and a "darn good looking one at that". This comment was followed by laughter, so it's probably not sincere. Also, it's nice to have a photo on every post, so sister, I know it's a struggle, but I might run out. Thanks.

Bye the way: Hello Mom and Granny! Is it: "My family read this" or "My family reads this". It's being explained to me at the moment. OK, its not. We're trying to remember from high school.

I need to translate verbose for myself:

verbose
adj : using or containing too many words; "long-winded (or windy) speakers"; "verbose and ineffective instructional methods"; "newspapers of the day printed long wordy editorials"; "proceedings were delayed by wordy disputes" [syn: long-winded, tedious, windy, wordy]
Source: WordNet ® 2.0, © 2003 Princeton University

Now that I've added this definition, the person in question is assuring me that 'verbose' is a complement. Ja, right.

Random Question:

The love potion you made tastes terrible. How will you drink it?

Intravenous, but that sounds terrible. I'm not a druggie. Pay someone to drink it for me?

George Bush Sucks

No, no, no, no, no, I'm not doing that whole anti American thing at the moment. Wait, come back!!! I know it's a little old. (I'm just hoping something like that will get my hits up and I'm not really ready to start with all the faux naked pics just yet.)

But, what's better than reading a new blog posting??? Seeing new pictures, which you, sister, have already seen.

So, for the multitudes of new viewers I have just recruited to my blog by writing "Paris Hilton", welcome. Granted, you're not the kind of people I want around here, but the saying goes: Beggars can't be choosers.

This is me, pretending to be an excited Chinese tourist (sans holding my own camera and taking a picture of the person videoing the person taking a picture of me), in Limerick, Ireland. I was the king of the castle, but apparently that's still disputed. Anyway: King John's Castle, Limerick.

This is me with my mother looking at a Celtic graveyard thing that was wicked-old (hows that you gangstas). We were in some really run down ruin of a church, which surprisingly had some rather recent (e.g. 2001) graves and one or two C1500 graves. Yes, bloody old. And we came across it while driving back from somewhere in the South of Ireland to where we were staying near Ennis.

I'll say my goodbyes for now. This is enough to keep you die hard fans coming back for more.

Just one more thing because I market myself as a translator of life...

faux
adj : not genuine or real; being an imitation of the genuine article; "it isn't fake anything; it's real synthetic fur"; "faux pearls"; "false teeth"; "decorated with imitation palm leaves"; "a purse of simulated alligator hide" [syn: fake, false, imitation, simulated]
Source: WordNet ® 2.0, © 2003 Princeton University

Big O Big K

"Inspiration Sadly Lacking"

A quote from one of my several personalities. I've always set my goals high, my standards higher. But for some reason, today I have nothing to talk about. I'm caught up in my life at Varsity. Same ol', same ol'. I've been waiting for something to print for a good 35 minutes. But who am I kidding? It's not going to print, and no one is going to read this, except sister.

I always say, when in doubt, talk about your self. It even kind of rhymes if you try. You could rap it. Let's talk about me.

The questions that this Blogamajig asks you are stupid. What kind of music do I like? Well... I would say pop, at the moment, but nothing else irritates me more than people who say this. Firstly, pop is not a genre, is it. It is Popular Music, music which is popular and could therefore (theoretically) be from any genre.

So in true GetDownAddy style (rather a style I have decided to immediately create), I will translate this conundrum of life into something understandable in the hope that you can get to know me a bit better.

I like the music thay play on the top 40 shows (most of it). It is in the top 40, it is popular. I also like some rock groups, some country (yes), some alternative, and no 'new' R&B (I reject the new kinda stuff on a solid principle). I enjoy classical music although it is very rarely popular. And I've lost my train of thought. Anyway, my point is that I like different genres and styles within these genres, so I could say I like a particular group or band or whatever, I only like one song from another musician, I only like soandso's second CD. I like Pop. Pop is usually the better music when compared to the weird shite that the 'music fundis' profess is pure. Yes. It's popular because it's GOOD. And if that make's you think I'm a lemming, so be it. GetDownLemming has to get outta here. Psychometrics awaits. Today it's intelligence testing. Maybe I'll learn something, if I can remember where the lecture is.

Who IS this guy?

I've realised a few times that anyone other than my family and friends who might read this will have no idea who I am (which is ideally a good thing I suppose) but I thought it would be nice to let people know anyway. It's mostly Americans that look at these things so I'll be safe where I live, in rural Uzbekistan.

Ok, I don't live there, but they have similar weather to Cape Town, South Africa, which is where I am studying (at UCT, the University of Cape Town). I'm originally from Durban and have a sister. She also has a blog (and uses big words like Narcissus but she doesn't capitalise the N because she doesn't really belive in all that stuff).

I am studying towards a BSc in the Department of Molecular and Cell Biology, majoring in Biochemistry and Psychology. I am in my third year 'historically', my second at UCT. I studied for one year at THe University of the Free State in Bloemfontein but that's another story, another rant, another posting. (I'm really getting into my lingo).

I have a Psychometrics lecture in a couple of minutes, so I should be on my way now. I'll get back 'to all of you' (read as ', sister') soonish. I'll even put some photos up, if said sister will send them for me. Cheers.

I've found myself

After a slight technical issue (the issue being that I forgot my username), I am back. I'd like to take this moment to welcome me back, and my sister, seeing as we are the only ones likely to be reading this. I'm also back in sunny South Africa, and yes, surprisingly for Cape Town, it is sunny. The rain is coming on Sunday. 80% chance, so I'll put my money on rain... and a wet weekend.

After a grand total of over 26 recorded hours of flying and many more just sitting in airports, I have successfully completed my England and Ireland (Scotland, Wales, inside, outside...) Easter Vac and am now planning a trip back to Durban. Unfortunately, by the look of things, most other people at UCT aren't back from their extended breaks. At least I only missed two days!

A Quick Photo Op

I thought I'd quickly add this snippet of me at Trafalgar Square tonight. I wanted to get a pic of me at South Africa House but, you know, with all the darkness and small built in camera flashes, it didn't really work out for me. Sad, but true. If I look a little shocked in this picture it's because I was. I had just sat in a puddle of water.

Hello there everybody

As I said, hello. It's a little unorthodox to start a Blog at 00:20 on Easter Monday morning, but in reality, I'm one hour behind South African time, so that makes it 23:20 on Easter Sunday. Nothing wrong with starting a Blog now, or is there?

As you may notice, your answer to the above doesn't really matter. I'm a-writing my happy Blog anyway. Warning to the weary: I'll probably a-do a-that a-... um a lot. I'm sitting in my sister se flat in Tooting, London. I've been here for my Easter vac. It's been quite fun. I bought quite a lot of stuff! Thanks Mom!

Anyway, I'll leave my first post here, to wander the empty black space. I'll post another one shortly to keep this one company, and hopefully to explain my shameful ramblings about how we ended up here. OK, probably not, but most Blogs go for that kind of weird hippy shite.