Wet one

The big cold front which was expected to drop in at about 9pm this evening has – according to the word on the street* – already hit Hout Bay.

It’s horrible here

were the exact words that were used, prompting me to immediately type (and then tactfully delete) my reply:

I know. What’s the weather like?

And I do know.

But looking over that way, it does look as if the apocalypse might finally – mercifully – be upon us.

Thus, tonight will be full on Wuthering Heights stuff. Elemental. Cold, windy and wet, with Catherine’s ghost knocking on the window up to 50mm of rain forecast in the next 24 hours. And there’s another 50 on the way early next week.

This isn’t unusual for Cape Town in late autumn, but it is rather unpleasant. The draining effect of the cold, dreary weather is exacerbated by loadshedding, and in turn exacerbates it right back by increasing demand for more heating and light. In addition (of course), solar panels don’t help at all when there’s no sun, so backup batteries are charged from the grid (when it’s on) and that adds to demand and… er… exacerbates loadshedding.

A recipe for misery.

Except of course that every cloud (and I’m looking specifically about those ones rapidly approaching from the South Atlantic) has a silver lining. It wasn’t so long ago that we didn’t have any water at all in this corner of the continent, and we’d do well to remember the stress that little episode caused.

If (and it is always an if) the forecasts are correct, then we could be looking at anything up to 8 or maybe even 10% added to the dams by this time next week.

So always look on the bright side of life (unless you’re in one of those 4½ hour slots of darkness, during which time, there is no bright available).

* a Whatsapp message from the horse-riding instructor.

Not advisable

I was listening to some Muse again this week. It is good gym music.

This one was their latest: Euphoria. But there was this lyric, which I had to go and check on the Spotify:

Look, maybe you’re just being a bit dramatic about this, but if you are genuinely sealed off and running out of air, then absolutely the last thing you want to be doing is starting a fire. Because the bit of the remaining air that you want to use is the oxygen, and once that expires, so will you.

Jeez. Don’t they teach the fire triangle at schools in Devon?

I don’t know how much space you have in your sealed off place, but really, I cannot emphasise this enough: do not start a fire. Aside from the oxygen implications above, there will be hot and potentially toxic gases given off during the combustion process, and in an airtight environment, asphyxiation becomes a real danger.

And then there’s the fire itself. That stuff is hot. Even overlooking the rest of the issues (which you can’t really do, anyway), it will make the space uncomfortably warm, given the aforementioned lack of air exchange.

And if this whole fire thing is all just a metaphor, the actions involved “spicing up this love affair” would still be unwise, given your current predicament. If you are going to increase your physical activity, maybe utilise it in a more constructive (but potentially less fun, granted) way and try and find someway of escaping. Or at least making some sort of rudimentary vent. That way, there should be plenty of time for fire starting, spicing up your love affair and general euphoria.

I’m surprised you haven’t thought this through.

Moving on again

My time with Siteground as the hosting company for this blog is coming to an end. Their very attractive $3 a month deal, which I have had for three years now, suddenly jumped to $30. In anyone’s books, this seems a bit excessive, but with the ANC doing their level best to drive the Rand into the floor (and then some way beyond), the company were, as the old saying goes, “having a giraffe”.

I mean, they’ve been good, but not that good.

[As a side note, the jury is still very much out on Flickr.]

And so – once again with the invaluable help and advice from The Guru – I’ll be heading (or should that be swerving, lol) to Veerotech in the very near future.

You guys couldn’t notice the seamless transition, so this is really just a post to tell you that if you do see anything a bit weird here over the next couple of weeks (like for instance the blog turning to a kitchen and bathroom store in Pennsylvania), then that’s probably what it is and normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Fingers crossed though, it’ll all be lovely.

Stop thinking

…and a good deal on Flickr.

Spotted online, this cartoon:

And with all the existential dread going around, the crow’s reaction is completely understandable.

Less thinking, people.

On a more positive note, I decided to cancel my Flickr subscription today. It’s expensive and so I either had to use it more or I have to move on, and I haven’t been using it more, so…

I’ve still got a few months left on my existing subscription, but when I told them I was going to cancel, they offered me 65% off my renewal. I’ve taken the offer, but if I don’t start using the service more between now and then, I might cancel anyway.

I’ll think about it.

About the blog

It’s weird, isn’t it?

Not the blog, (Although…)

Last night, out for dinner, lovely evening. The blog thing came up. And our friends said:

It’s amazing that you find something to write about each day.

And we laughed.

But it kind of is, given that it’s been 11½ years. But there have been a lot of days when I can’t think of anything, and suddenly this is one of them. Bit meta.

Still managed a post though.

Again.