Mending apostrophe’s

Theres an anonymous Grammar Vigilante in Bristol, UK. A gentleman who is going around under cover of darkness, mending apostrophes. And by mending, I mean wiping out the one’s that shouldnt be there and adding the one’s that should. Theres a radio show about him going out later today.

The Grammar Vigilante carrie’s an Apostrophiser (spoiler: its just a big stick) around with him to expunge the errant punctuation and to add in anything missing. To be honest, he actually sounds a bit creepy in real life (theres a quick interview with him on that link), but I think this is a great idea.

I might start a similar campaign here.

Ready to go

Today was the last free day we had before our trip away. There are a few more days before we go, but they’re not free. They have annoying stuff like lab work and spreadsheets lying in wait for me. And potentially a report waiting to leap out from behind a Tuesday afternoon and be dealt with.

So, obviously, we sorted everything out for our trip today.
It being our last free day.

No. No, we didn’t.

Instead of that, we sat outside in the sun with friends and discussed fracking, Theresa May and the ridiculous price of private education in South Africa. The conversation was lubricated by several (or more) bottles of wine, a couple of Bloody Noras* and (perhaps to a lesser degree) by some non-alcoholic gin and tonics. Mmm. I know.

For the record, I regret nothing – except maybe the G&T thing.

Anyway, consequently, there will be some panic this week. Hopefully not too much, but it would be foolish to not take the opportunity to worry a bit.

And I know all about not taking opportunities.

 

* A Bloody Nora is like a Bloody Mary,  but made with Henderson’s Relish.

Defeatwood Town

Bad news for those of you not into football, because I am into football and today, despite the fact that my team didn’t actually play, has been a good day.

Let’s mentally wander up to Uwe Rösler’s Highbury Stadium (no, not that one, this one) and enjoy Nicky Ajose’s late goal for relegation threatened Swindon Town.

That goal means that Fleetwood Town lost today, and remain in third place in League One on 69 points.

With only the top two guaranteed to go up, I’ve been doing some rudimentary calculations and I reckon that even if they were to win all of their remaining 6 games, Fleetwood can ‘only’ get 87 points.

That means that if Sheffield United can win just two more games (taking them to 88 points) they are assured of promotion.

FINALLY!!!!!!!

However, further rudimentary calculations suggest that if Sheffield United win on Wednesday at home to Coventry, and Fleetwood lose on the same evening at Oxford – it’s a done deal.

I am going to be a quivering wreck of emotions and mounting anticipation this week.

Be gentle.

Down the rabbit hole

Eish. I’m an idiot. While trying to avoid the disaster that is SA politics this week, I slipped deeply into a weirdo rabbit hole. Again. Chemtrails, Illuminati, HAARP, and this:

Don’t ask how I ended up there. (I knew I should have taken that left turn in Albuquerque.) Rather just bask in the highly charged membrane of photons acting as the wavelength bridge to connect one side of the dimensional frequency band with the next highest band.

The rest of that post – and indeed the whole timeline – is quite remarkable. There was a post about an owl earlier this month:

My first thought was that the bird in question was likely to have been out looking for food, it being late evening and it being an owl, a genus known for their nocturnal hunting activities.

But I was wrong.

As Sheila points out, this was more than just a chance encounter. The owl wasn’t out looking for mice and other small mammals to satisfy its hunger. It was going forward or backwards (can owls fly backwards? I thought that was just hummingbirds) for further insight on the particular matter. So that’s me told.

Anyway, Romeo’s response to her is deeply disturbing. Rather than thinking about abundance while driving late at night, why not concentrate on the road? After all, you must be ready for any eventuality. Including potential owlstrike. So save it. There’s plenty of time for thinking about abundance once you get home.

Apparently, a white owl can be a harbinger of great change. Especially if you’re a field mouse. Romeo Baron isn’t a field mouse though, so I guess that we can only assume that The Planetary Shift is on its way. Given that he posted his synopsis way back in 2013, it’s way overdue now.

 

Er, Julius…

As Julius Malema heads to the Constitutional Court to ask them to impeach Jacob Zuma, and tells us:

 

We rack our brains to try and remember who the “They” that did the choosing actually were… [link]

 

Or:

The words there of one… er… Julius Malema.

 

Ja. Things change, fair enough. And it’s all very well trying to remove the President now.
Equally, it’s all very well to say that it was a mistake for the ANC to promote and elect him in the first place.

But to pretend that you weren’t involved… No, Julius. That stinks.