Emergency department

A pseudoscientist carrying a cake walked out straight in front of my car today.

No, this isn’t the opening line to a joke. This actually happened about an hour ago.
Aimlessly stepping off the pavement, looking grey and devoid of life and energy.

No-one got hurt.

But it was while I was wondering about what might have happened had outcome of the scenario been different, that I was reminded of this place, which is surely where he would have wanted to go, right?

Come for the hilarious chuckaway lines in the Emergency Department, stay for the savage takedowns in the pub scene afterwards.

Wonderful stuff.

Enjoy your cake, Tim.

No more explosion

Spotted in the camping and outdoor aisle of a local supermarket: butane gas canisters.

I’m not sure if this is a thing you can buy in supermarkets overseas, I know that there are a lot of places with a lot more rules and regulations than South Africa. But just along the shelf from this extremely flammable gas, I could also buy a BIG KNIFE. I know that’s not allowed in the UK. I guess knives are less of a thing here: thinking of using a knife as an offensive weapon is SA would really be like bringing a knife along to a gunfight.

Literally.

But the butane gas canisters:

Now, I have a bit of an issue with the big orange and white bit. Because stating

NO MORE EXPLOSION

in big letters and bright colours on your product does seem to suggest that a) it’s your main selling point, and b) that there have previously been explosion. And indeed, the somewhat basic diagram just below that does indeed indicate that Other brand (this is funny because ‘brand’ is Afrikaans for ‘fire’) does explosion.

But apparently you’re safe with BUSH BABY butane.
Their C4H10 is obviously just less likely to explosion than that Other brand.

And that’s good news.

I’m not into camping or the outdoors stuff much. I’d rather find a local cafe to do a bacon sandwich than risk explosion while cooking my own. (And if I was going to cook my own, I’d braai it anyway.) But is explosioning gas canisters (of any brand) really a thing? Surely we would have heard about this? There would be injuries and deaths, and tales from that campsite in the Cedarberg that everyone goes to, of those injuries and deaths.

Or is everyone already using Bush Baby butane? And precisely for that reason.

Please enlighten me. But not with a naked flame.

UPDATE: Many thanks to Andrew Fraser who found a CRV on the Bush Baby Butane. If anything is going to mean No More Explosion, that’s probably it.

Two quick things…

…because I don’t have much time today.

1. Because we were (I was) talking about rain:

Do submarines have windows?

And 2. This song by Ann Erhard. Botanical Garden:

(I’ll put the official video in here when it’s available.)

Featuring the lyrics:

He rates two out of five stars
For the botanical garden
because the plants were dry
There was no space for parking

The peacocks looked depressed and
He thought they’d be more majestic
And also not enough koi carps
And that’s why he rates two out of five stars

Shameless pop. Droll words. Amusing.

Making hay

I’m crossing off a lot of jobs while the sun shines – and it really is still shining, albeit for a shorter period each day, we’re on 10 hours and 21 minutes of daylight at the moment, and we’re losing almost 90 seconds a day.

Tasks that have been hanging over me for weeks, maybe even months have been completed, or at least begun. I’m not sure why. Just a period of Getting Things DoneTM, and while I really don’t understand the reasons behind it, I’m still embracing it.

I’ve even done some homemade soup and baked some homemade wholemeal bread for tonight’s dinner, which will definitely be after dark, given parental commitments. We might have a new driver in the household, but it’s still a steep learning curve between passing your test and heading out solo into the crazy world of Claremont Main Road at rush hour. We’ll get there.

In the background, I’m working on a weird and personal tale for an upcoming blog post, but it might be a) too personal and boring to publish, and b) too long to fit in a single post.
More on that when (if) it comes. Save yourselves: don’t get excited.

Right. And now I have to put on my Big Boy Pants and brave that very same Claremont Main Road.

Wish me luck.