A new friend

I made a new friend this weekend, not your conventional kind, but hey, who’s keeping tabs? I was showering when something smacked against me. It was like, “Huh, what the…?” It was a teeny tiny little bug – I think she might have been confused or something, so I popped it on the window sill – first time I went around to see how she’s doing she jumped at me and so it’s been going. It’s quite sweet actually

I admit, I’m not a bug person and had it come at a different time it might have been curtains for it, because it’s a cockroach. But these days, luckily, I like all living things big and small. I might not want to share my house, for instance, but that doesn’t mean it has to die. Pop it outside and let it live. That way the bug family can’t get annoyed with you for massacring their kith and kin and so you get to live another day! Let’s face is, being eaten alive by bugs is about the same as being knocked over by an ice cream truck – it’s just not on.

As I am finishing this post I know it’s time to brush my teeth before I head out to pound the pavements – the little buggy one will be there at the basin, winking and waving at me. Unless the cat got to it of course, which would be a great pity – but so it goes, eh?

Harvey looks something like that. I found out it’s actually a girlie cockroach – manly cape mountain cockroaches have wings, girly ones don’t and they give live birth. Might have to build her a nest?

Running + Sunshine = BAD idea

Thanks to a nasty workload, brought on a cheeky-harakiri-committing-computer, I had to postpone my early morning run to a late afternoon one. All that did was re-affirm my belief that day time running is bad for you and you’d do much better having a nap with a pet crocodile.

To start off with, the sun – that glowing, blinding orb that causes glare – which is, quite frankly, distracting and blinding (so pretty, let’s run towards it!). And as the layers of clothing come off the sun reflects off skin and causes even more blindness. I don’t need to wear reflective clothing when it’s dark – I’m so pale strips of skin reflect light superbly. Now try this reflecting-light-thing during the day? We’ll have a twenty car pile up. Ah, there is also the matter of sunlight and moisture causing rust. On the plus side – you can see where you are going. It prevents some pretty obvious injuries, but where’s the fun in that. Have you ever tried trail running after dark? It can really hurt but it’s great fun: it’s no longer about how long it takes, but rather – how undamaged are you afterwards.

Then there are the people…like summer flies, scads of them. People, their kids and pets…everywhere! When I run at my normal time, there aren’t many around, only kindred spirits who share my insanity. Bring on the day-time-crowd and you have nothing but trouble. Fluffy thinks you’re an entree, people refuse to let you pass and the ever dreadful reality, many people are rude and unfriendly, which really gets my goat up. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate people. I do, however, prefer to have as little to do with them as is possible.  Mostly I don’t understand them – I think the feeling is mutual.

I wish I could say never again but let’s face it, if you’ve got to run, you’ve got to run, come moonshine, sunlight, wind or rain. Alternatively I could go to gym or cycle. I think I’ll be quiet now and, well, do whatever it is I do 🙂

Sideview’s Weekend Theme – deflagrate

My contribution towards Sideview’s weekend theme

Johnny Hollow presents Worse Things (from the album, DIRTY HANDS)

 

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For those of you who just don’t feel like watching ANOTHER music clip, good for you! Why don’t you head outside and set something alight? I hear cars are pretty flammable, gardens when they are dry…thatched roofs, bins. I don’t think we’re allowed to set people alight anymore so let’s leave them and all animals out of it. (Setting fire to animals will be severely punished. Google “blood eagle” – preferably with pictures, and you’ll see what happens to you if you do. Any questions?)

Stupid People, Part I

– Council spent an absolute fortune building and upgrading pavements for you to walk on. But no, oh no…you still have to walk in the middle of the road!

– Unlike everybody else around you, you don’t cross the road at the pedestrian crossing. You have to cross about 10 meters before it.

– You are standing next to a bin. Why do you dump your rubbish next to it and not into it?

*sigh* Hey you WTF is wrong with you?

 

Stuck inside, or, No running makes me crazy-like

Everyone has gone their way I am left alone at home with my satanic overlords. It’s my running hour now – I should be out there making the best of the fresh air (and the darkness) – pounding the pavements and stomping on the beach (in puddles, too), enjoying the discord my I-pod sows (the louder and faster the music, the better. I prepared quite a line-up for today – it will have to wait for another day then, damn.) Unfortunately for me I have to be content today with sitting by the window, watching THEM out there, having a good time. It’s one of those days where my work won’t do itself and my usual plan of action won’t cut it. The extra time though, means I can shave. Bye, bye red beard, hello clean look. The only problem will be fighting the overlords for the basin – they do so love a running tap. Wonder if they would mind if I decorated them with some shaved patterns.

On the bright side, being Mandela-day, are you doing anything to make a difference?

Plan 9 from Outer Space

[Movie’s opening lines]
Criswell: Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future. You are interested in the unknown… the mysterious. The unexplainable. That is why you are here. And now, for the first time, we are bringing to you, the full story of what happened on that fateful day. We are bringing you all the evidence, based only on the secret testimony, of the miserable souls, who survived this terrifying ordeal. The incidents, the places. My friend, we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Let us punish the guilty. Let us reward the innocent. My friend, can your heart stand the shocking facts of grave robbers from outer space?

I like old movies, especially the  really bad and  ridiculous ones. Even silent films are fun – if you don’t like the musical score, make your own! If you like the score and not the film, turn up the volume and do something else.

Yesterday I thought it was a good time as any to pillage my DVD collection (what’s left of it) and watch something grisly – what could be better than Ed Wood’s Plan 9 From Outer Space? (actually, I have seen much worse. Some of the newer films will easily put these classics to shame – no contest .)

In a nutshell (for those of you who don’t know the movie) – Aliens from outer space / our solar system try to warn Earth that mankind’s discoveries might lead to the destruction of the Universe. Having chosen to ignore the message (maybe us Earthlings didn’t understand the message?) the aliens send ships (dangling on strings) to resurrect the dead (Vampira, Bela Lugosi and Tor Johnson to start off with – how apt!) to wipe out humanity before they destroy us all. Being alien and deciding to take on Hollywood they get wiped out, which goes without saying.

You’ve probably noticed the screen shots, he he.

 

Mayday, today is Maid-day in my neck of the wood so if you’ll excuse us – we’ll be hitching a ride with the aliens in their stringed-UFOs and get out before she destroys my house – as she often does.

Have a great weekend!