Farting around

Lindsey.

Because I can.

And because anyone who asks Joseph Gordon Levitt for a coffee date via YouTube is cool.

(And yes, she is a liver)

The South African Weather Services Amendment Bill will see citizens issuing any “severe weather or pollution-related warning” without written permission from the South African Weather Service, facing a multi-million rand fine and a possible 10 years imprisonment.

(Click on the pic to see Jerm’s page)

There’s a story about a fisherman running low on bait and! He spots a snake! With a frog in its mouth!

So he grabs the snake, shakes it over the bait box ’till it drops the frog, now he’s stuck with an angry snake in his hand.

After thinking about this he grabs his bottle of whisky, pulls the cork with his teeth, and pours a dram or two down the snake’s throat, releases the snake.

Ten minutes later something taps on his foot… yes, the snake, with another frog.

And I’m telling you this because why Misty came in with a gecko, we took the gecko, gave him a fishy.

Second time it happened, we joked about the fisherman.

Third time it happened, we stopped joking about it.

Hang on, gotta go, cat just came in with something in his mouth…

… never seem to find the time.

From The New Yorker, via Give Me Something to Read, via MetaFilter, this fascinating article on how we process the world around us,  and why, perhaps, years seem to fly by more quickly as we get older.

“This explains why we think that time speeds up when we grow older,” Eagleman said—why childhood summers seem to go on forever, while old age slips by while we’re dozing. The more familiar the world becomes, the less information your brain writes down, and the more quickly time seems to pass.

For me, 2011 was quite eventful. We survived a trip to the USA with two teenagers, I got a whole bunch of gun licences, and I even managed to get some work done on the house.

Not great, but not bad.

Knysna Heads. We’re off to purchase a substantial quantity of the fine produce of the Mitchell’s Brewing Company. Oh, and maybe some food.

* Apologies to Tamara.

It’s a beautifully made film, with a bunch of good actors, lots of leverguns, good CGI, everything… except a decent plot.

A great idea which could have been implemented a LOT better.

Ah well.

Legalize hemp. I’m nae so fussed about the smoking of it but we’re eventually gonna need a lot of rope. — Roberta X, about the taxes to support government-run advertising campaigns.