Synopsis: Man falls ill in Nigeria, gets treatment, remains ill so flies to South Africa to get better treatment(!), ends up in hospital in KZN, sadly throws a seven.
Now 50 contacts are being traced and monitored, just in case. Nothing yet, so right now, it looks like we may have dodged a very nasty bullet.
Since Covid, it seems that the media and the public have been much more aware of viruses, microbiology and outbreaks and such – for better and for worse (everyone on social media is an expert) – Monkeypox is a good example. But this one has been in the NICD media releases for a while, and it doesn’t look like it was given much attention by anyone. That’s odd in the current climate, but it’s also quite welcome.
Don’t click on the picture. You won’t get 100GB. And if you had clicked on the image where I got it from, it’s almost certain that you wouldn’t get 100GB either. It’s a scam. But, as this image of the Bafana Bafana 2010 World Cup starting line-up against Mexico (I think?) suggests, this is obviously “the occasion of our national team”, so why wouldn’t you expect to get a phat lump of data because of that?
AI is weird, isn’t it? I know exactly what I’m looking at here, but it clearly isn’t it. The caption is perfect, though, suggesting – to me at least – a drug-fuelled descent into visual and mental chaos. But that pizza and beer combination does sound good for at least one evening this weekend.
Do you WFH?
This amused me. The old adage “it’s funny because it’s true” exists for a reason. I suspect the above is true for a lot of people. I’m always impressed with anyone that can just fill in that top row. The “pants on” block is the icing on the cake.
This Olde Worlde insult:
Fairly sure that these guys regularly get together to make PicknPay No Name Boerewors.
On this post from the local radio station for elderly people, Cape Talk, discussing the need to get rid of invasive alien plants from the country…
… I spotted this comment, by one Frauke Wagner. Because obviously the alien invasive plants aren’t the issue here. The issue here is… er… [checks notes]… this:
Weather manipulation and gas like artificial fog is what is making people sick and this combined with 5G is killing all trees, insects and nature, contaminates all water sources.
Frauke even includes a picture of the “gas like artificial fog” with her post:
…and it actually does look quite like fog, which I suppose is one of the requisites for any good artificial fog. I didn’t really take any of her comment seriously though, until she lobbed in the word “GENOCIDE” in CAPITALS. The rest of it is clearly rubbish, but we all know that when someone writes something in CAPTIALS on social media, then it must be true.
Quite how Frauke accesses Facebook to upload her truth bombs is a little confusing, given her stance on mobile phone radiation. And she does have a mobile phone, because she’s refused to let Standard Bank access her phone camera to scan a QR code to log in to her account. That’s obviously got nothing to do with security though, says our erstwhile heroine. Because using any QR code for anything can only be linked to one thing…
…we all know what that means…..jab passport.
Yeah. Well, when Standard Bank requires your “jab passport” to allow you to log into you bank account, you can come and laugh at me for being “so gullible and mainstream”. In the meantime though (i.e. actually forever), I’m going to take the piss out of you for being a paranoid nutcase.
And a very quick dive into the Facebook profile reveals a couple of photos from George and Mossel Bay:
“They busy spraying again”, says Chemtrail authority and general loser Bahia Fredericks, “it is accuring now”, conveniently ignoring the fact that both these locations are directly on the flight path from Gqeberha to Cape Town.
And again, the usual “chemtrails” BS before the important bit in CAPITALS:
HELL NO YOU NOT GOING TO WIN DEMONIC GOVERMENT
But who is doing the spraying?
No, Sanjay. In what way does it even come close to “making sense”? It really doesn’t.
But if it is the Air Force that’s doing this (which it isn’t and they’re not), are they doing from their local base – Ysterplaat AFB next to Century City? Yes, says pitifully misguided looney-toon, Liyana:
But no, says local aircraft aficionado and complete fantasist, Brennan:
For the record: The minimum takeoff and landing distance at sea level (like Ysterplaat is) for a fully laden Boeing 737-800 is 1510 metres. Ysterplaat’s runway is 1585m. So actually, he’s wrong.
I was also shocked. People of this sort are usually so factually accurate.
These people walk among us. They have the same rights as you do. Their vote counts as much as your vote, but they are loonies. Once again, I am renewing my calls for a Big Wall™ to be erected between the Southern Suburbs and the Deep South of Cape Town where the majority of these people reside: a formalisation of the Lentil Curtain. And why not take the opportunity to brick up Century City while we’re at it? You can’t be too safe.
Haven’t we all had enough of viruses? Even I am getting a little fed up of them, and I love the damn things. So when news comes out of yet another weird virus taking a hold in London (and Newcastle!), I’m wondering if we could actually just have a few months when nothing microbiologically odd occurs.
This outbreak is currently sitting at 7 known cases. At least one case is known to have travelled from Nigeria recently, and the most recent four are all in men who self-identify as gay, bisexual or other men who have sex with men (MSM). That the authorities are considering sexual transmission as a route of infection is quite something, given that that’s never been described before.
Anyone with concerns that they could be infected with monkeypox is advised to make contact with clinics ahead of their visit. We can assure them their call or discussion will be treated sensitively and confidentially.
Monkeypox doesn’t spread well in humans, and the UKHSA seems to be well on top of things, so it’s highly unlikely that we will be facing a new pandemic because of this, but honestly, what has the virological world got in store for us next?
“Do not complain about growing old. It is a privilege denied to many.”
Yeah, I get it, Mark Twain, but wow, I’d be so much happier if my left calf muscle didn’t shred like a wet tissue at the first sign of any vaguely rapid movement.
That never used to happen when I was younger.
And yet… guess what?
So it’s back to walking and weights, avoiding any strain on the calf, because obviously, a week (which would have been fine to have fixed it a few years back) clearly wasn’t enough to fix it this time around. Nothing major, just grumpy and a bit painful. (The calf muscle, not me.) (Although…)
And I know I’m getting on a bit now because 6Music put out an ad for a series of shows they’re doing on Friday to celebrate the twenty-fifth anniversary of OK Computer. “Twenty-fifth”, indeed! I think you’ll find that OK Computer was actually released in 1997, and that was only… oh… oh my dear god…
A quarter of a century. Wow.
Living in Oxford at the time, and Radiohead coming from Oxford (pre-OKC, you’d regularly see Thom Yorke wandering down St Aldates, but I guess things went a bit mainstream celebrity after that), we stayed up ever so late on that Tuesday (I think?) evening and went into town for the special midnight release at the HMV on Cornmarket Street. Free poster, free sticker, a whole pound off the CD.
And it’s fair to say that, despite all the hype – even the local hype – the album was (and still is) something very special. I wonder how you deal with anything and everything you produce after something like that being measured against it and always falling short.
I’m sure the massive royalties help with the continual disappointment.