Google Now continues to share bewildering “Commonwealth Games” news

Indeed.

After last week’s frightening tale from Melbourne, given to us under the somewhat confusing “Commonwealth Games” banner, Google Now has done it again, with this bizarre Commonwealth Games story, seemingly even further disconnected from the Games than the serial sex attacker mentioned above:

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Here’s the tragic tale on this one – was it a terrible accident or was it down to another cyclist behaving like a twat – that’s up for the authorities to decide, but in the meantime, I think that we can all agree that it has sweet Fanny Adams to do with the Commonwealth Games.

Obviously, I’ll keep you updated of Google Now’s continuing efforts to inform me about the Commonwealth Games.

In unrelated news, how crap does Tuesday look? 🙁

It’s Back!

The English Premier League returns this weekend and international coverage promises to be better than ever before, with the fantastic John Dykes at the helm – and he’s already been tweeting teasers of the new studio.

Look at that touchscreen! LOOK AT IT!

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And the horrendous pink has gone! Lawd be praised!

They don’t use Kasabian’s Fire as the EPL theme music any more, but for the millions of SA fans, the two will always remain inextricably linked. Thus, it is presented here:

And yes, that’s beautiful Piketberg in the video.

Splash

Thought I’d share this photo:

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Which is apparently a photo of

a wave caused by a tidal bore surging past a barrier on the banks of Qiantang River, in Hangzhou, Zhejiang province, China.

Obviously, time is frozen in every photo, but it seems even more so in this one. The absolute relaxed obliviousness of the man on the motorcycle, accentuated by the chaos in the scene behind him, is wonderful.
And don’t miss the umbrella on the woman’s arm on the back of the bike either. Instantly functionless and overwhelmed by muddy water, like any regional government during a bad flood.
And the juxtaposition of the anchor – traditionally a symbol of stability against the power of water – on the shirt of the girl fleeing from the moist onslaught.
And the expression on the face of the guy nearest the camera, demonstrating that the term “Oooh, shit!” easily transcends any artificial construct of language.

Or it could just be some people about to get wet.

Your call.

Jasmine the Dog

As you may or may not know, we’ve recently been joined Chez 6000 by Colin the Dog. You can see my views about this development on this post. And yes. the puppy is very cute, but it’s a dog. Just a dog.

Same could be said for Jasmine Terry. Jasmine is also a dog. Just a dog.

The major difference between Jasmine and Colin (who, in a confusing development, isn’t actually called Colin) is that Colin doesn’t have her own Facebook page. But then Colin isn’t from Port Elizabeth and as we’ve discussed before, things are often a little weird that far along the south coast. (I fully recognise that for some of you, the bigger shock here will not be the dog with its own Facebook page, but rather the revelation that PE appears to have somehow developed internet access.)

I’m not sure how Jasmine set up her own Facebook page, although looking through the pages and pages of rules and regulations, at no point does it actually state that you have to be human. You do have to be 13 years old to use Facebook though, but I guess if you’re a dog, that’s only about 22 months.

Jasmine’s grasp of the English language is pretty good and, despite having paws instead of hands (this is just a dog, after all), her typing is nothing short of excellent, with only occasional lapses into Dog, such as at the end of this update:

Sorry peeps I have not been on FB much as my mom & dad are so busy working. However we are going away this weekend to Hogsback so I will post lots of pics. Cannot wait. I really hope it snows. Luckily my mom found pet friendly Accomodation so I get to go with. Woof!

Incredible. In fact, this dog is either the most talented canine out there or some human is pretending that the dog is writing the page. But can this really be the case, because that would be rather sad, wouldn’t it? Writing in the third person. Third dog, rather. Pretending to be a dog. Like something you’d do at junior school. Not an adult thing.

But then look at the adults that have sent Jasmine messages.
Here’s a screenshot of three of them.

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Let’s start at the bottom:
Heather Coyle-Downing is an adult human (according to her profile picture, at least) and she is addressing Jasmine like it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to be doing. Jasmine, lest we forget, is a dog. Yes, a dog with a Facebook page and an uncanny knack of typing fairly decent English, but still a dog.

Working our way up:
I’m desperately trying to overlook the fact that Luke Harold appears to be a cat. If I choose not to ignore that, then everything falls apart, because Luke Harold – ostensibly a cat – has left a message on a Facebook page administered by a dog.
But still, despite the extremely dodgy relationship twixt cat and dog throughout history, Luke is wishing Jasmine well. That’s nice to see. Israel and Palestine could learn from this magnanimous behaviour. Unless of course “Mew meow” turns out to be Cat for “F*** You!”, in which case Luke Harold is a very naughty cat indeed.

We continue to Mark Mans’ contribution. Mark is a human. An adult human.
Mark is an adult human and yet he appears to have ventured onto the Facebook page of a dog, clicked the “Message” button, typed a series of potentially dog-related noises into the window that opened and then, presumably having carefully considered and approved his contribution, hit the “Send” button.
I find it unlikely that this was a series of accidental occurrences.
I think that he actually meant to do this.
I JUST DON’T KNOW WHY.

What is wrong with these people (save for the fact that they all appear to be from PE)?

Because, let’s face it, there’s a huge difference between telling your Facebook friends that you’re enjoying your holiday and that your dog seems to be having a great time too, and setting up a page for your dog and writing it as if you were actually your dog. The former is, these days at least, considered perfectly reasonable behaviour.
The latter, however, suggests to me that you should urgently be seeking some sort of psychiatric therapy.

If this is you, talk to your vet immediately.

Thanks Jonathan

Shacks over ghosts plea

Residents in a new housing development near Durban are claiming that they’d rather move back and live in shacks than live there – because they claim that it’s haunted.

And yes, this comes from the pages of South Africa’s most reasonable and least sensational daily newspaper, the Daily Sun, which even Colin turns her nose up at on the bottom of her crate. But still, it’s worth sharing.

One resident, 32-year-old Fikile Ngcobo, told the Daily Sun that every night the ghost of a “mysterious woman” drags a coffee tin along the floor of her house.

Wait the what now? A coffee tin? Does the mysterious women bring the tin with her? Or is it a coffee tin that you happen to leave on the floor each evening before retiring? If it’s the latter, perhaps consider not leaving it there and then there will be nothing to drag. If it’s the former, then maybe some sort of rudimentary floor covering is required to muffle the sound.
Either that or an exorcism. That might also work.

Another resident, Phindile Khumalo (54), told the newspaper a ghost tried to strangle her every night.

Recurrent attempted asphyxiation? Suddenly, the coffee tin issue seems rather trivial, doesn’t it? Unless it’s a Ricoffy tin, which would be both annoying and offensive – the Steve Hofmeyr of spiritual incarnations. But I digress, and I shouldn’t, because any act of nocturnal throttling is a serious matter. I was going to suggest locking your bedroom door, but that won’t stop a ghost, because they can walk straight through doors – I’ve seen it on Ghostbusters.
Was there slime involved?

“I sometimes wake up and find that all the lights are on, even though I switched them off,” Khumalo said.

Yeah, that’s probably just an electrical fault.

The Daily Sun reports that the “ghosts” may date back to a village that stood on the site many years ago, before the area became a sugar cane plantation.

Either that or they are disturbed by the damage that the high carbohydrate harvest is doing to the nation’s health. This could be a warning from the spirit world that we all need to move to the Noakes fad diet.

Ngcobo said she had heard that the village’s graves had never been moved and that some of the dead people’s descendants were living in nearby Ndwedwe.

Well, this was the plot of just about every 1980s horror movie, and they are all factually correct, so it seems likely that this may actually be the reason behind these ghostly occurrences (apart for the light switch thing). Quite how the developers failed to address this when building the complex is beyond me. But then they also did the dodgy wiring in the lighting circuits, so perhaps it’s not that surprising.
But the points of reference are all there: Poltergeist, Pet SemataryAmityville (technically not a burial ground thing, but did feature a moving coffee tin) etc etc. And despite the fact that we now have a likely explanation for these frankly terrifying events, it seems difficult to find any way in which they can be prevented from continuing.

“We would really appreciate it if they could come and take the spirits of their dead relatives,” Ngcobo said.

Oh. Yeah. That might work.