Wednesday, September 27, 2006

the Fall and Rise of Harry Potter (Featuring guest appearances by Eragon and Saphira)

Voldermot’s evil forces had prevailed over Harry Potter’s army at the end of JKR’s monumental concluding part of the Harry Potter Series. Harry Potter’s form, trampled to death by a Unicorn and then rent asunder by a man with a Rhino’s head and a fly’s brain lay spread over a 80 yard radius in the east end battlefield. Hermione had been ravished by a monkey beast with a horse’s procreative equipment, pecked to death by a bear with a stork’s head and then impaled on a halberd for display at the south end of the battleground.

The scene was terrible… the final confirmation that Evil can prevail over good- and slam Good so hard that Good’s right and left hands could be flung 160 yards apart.

Eragon and Saphira were riding through the sky chasing a band of fleeing Rz’ac.
“Lookie here Eragon” Saphira said looking at the battlefield strewn with the dead. "Lunch!”
“Oh well…” replied Eragon. “HP and Voldie having a little lovers’ spat again.”
“So what do you say?” Saphira asked “Wanna dip down for a snack?”
“No… we can do that later… they aren’t going anywhere.”

At this point Saphira was stricken by a sudden bout of Dragon Gastrotsunamic Expulsion. Eragon felt the indication of the impending fecal blast through Saphira’s thick skin.

He held on for dear life as Saphira’s body pulsed and swung upwards as her bowels released a ton and a half of fetid Dragon fecal matter.

“Saphira” Eragon shouted “Haven’t you heard that saying – don’t defecate where you eat… or was it don’t eat where you defecate… err forget it… guess we should make other plans for lunch… What’s wrong with you!! Must be all that beer you’ve been drinking!”

The ton and a half of liquid Dragon manure floated down over the battlefield in a drizzle… a few drops fell on HP’s broken torso… miraculously, it began to twitch. His severed hand rose to life and started walking on the index and middle finger in search of the head. A few minutes later it found it… The left hand too, wandered off in search of other body parts almost stepping in a squished kidney. For two hands to search 63,101 sq yards of space takes some time… but they finally got all of HP together.

That evening HP and Hermie, as good as new, but smelling rather strongly of Dragon Manure set out to find Voldie.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Eureka Moment at the Gym

I think I've come up with a idea to alleviate some of the power problems faced by this country. today at the gym, I noticed that one of the guys had walked 10 kilometers on the treadmill.

"Hey D, how much today?"
"10 KMs... I walked 10 KMs man."
"You did?"
"Yeah!! Look at the distance meter"
"Too bad you have nothing to show for it"
"WTF?"
"Well... had I walked 10 Kilometres, I would have been at my office by now."
"Ha Ha very funny, Arsehole"

I wrinkled my nose at the unpleasant boor and proceeded to select a pair of like sized dumbells to work the Shrugs that have given me the impressive shoulders that people like to cry on.

Somewhere near the 18th shrug, I had an eureka moment.

Suppose we could hook up all the treadmills, exercycles and cable based weight training machines to dynamos to produce electricity?

We could actually feed that energy back to a regional grid and light up a few homes.

Here's a better Idea... help solve energy and obesity problems at the same time.

Every gym member gets a swipe card that they swipe on the machine before they start their workout. The system calculates the total energy they have fed into the grid, and gives them an equal deduction on their monthly electry bill! More people will start going to the gym, and we will have a much healthier nation!

I'm working on a project proposal... I'll be sending it out to some VC firms in a day or two.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Di Quella Pira!



Just heard Di Quella Pira from Il Trovatore sung by Luciano Pavarotti. It takes its place today among my favourite arias.

Manrico's passionate aria from Il Trovatore is one of the most elegant pieces of music I've heard. It is a difficult aria to perform with a pronounced vibrato on certain parts and a sustained high C.

The sound of the Aria itself is very grand and lifting- it ends with a call to arms where the brass comes in with the orchestra lifting to a full and pounding end. This Aria is a great example of the genius of Verdi who could handle light music like waltzes with finesse and loud pieces like this with impressive technique and raw power.

Manrico
Di quella pira l'orrendo foco
tutte le fibre m'arse, avvampò!
Empi, spegnetela, o ch'io fra poco
col sangue vostro la spegnerò!
Era già figlio prima d'amarti,
non può frenarmi il tuo martir.
Madre infelice, corro a salvarti,
o teco almeno corro a morir!

Ruiz, soldiers
All'armi! All'armi! Eccone presti
a pugnar teco, o teco a morir!
All'armi! All'armi!

All'armi!

Manrico
The horrid flames of that fire
set alight my whole being!
You wicked ones, put out the fire
or I shall extinguish it with your own blood!
I was her son before I loved you
your pain cannot restrain me.
Wretched mother, I hurry to save you,
or at least to die with you!

Ruiz, soldiers
To arms! To arms! We are ready
To fight with you, to die with you!
To arms! To arms!

To arms!

Friday, September 15, 2006

STRAIGHT RAZOR SHAVE





OK you New York Goombah Paisano... here's the real beef... That's a trademark of the straight razor crew. and yes... mine is the cheapest because I don't have a USD, GBP or ZAR paycheck... as a matter of fact, don't get a paycheck... I get an electronic credit to my bank account tax-ded.

Well... since we're talking about virility here, my sense of propriety begs me to decline having to send out a picture depicting the magnitude of my procreative preparedness. But, there it is for you... A straight razor shave by my own hand. Match that, Bensonhurst Pasta...

Wut? Yu gunna chikin out?

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Untitled






In a mist of sliver dust she came to me

With her breath as a feather…

Her handmaiden, lust.


And yet winds grip me in a vice of death

Up on Mount Caucasus

Her breath caresses me

As I wait for the eagle of the Gods

To descend in his terrible shadow

And rend my side

As he will do to eternity.


And I can see her now…

In her robes of silver spider web

Lips red as the blood the eagle draws…

Eyes blue like the sky above me.

Her hair golden like the sun’s rays

Her skin, as flawless marble.



Her handmaiden douses me in oil

And sets me alight…

The fire sears my soul

I wait for Ethon.


The flapping of his wings blows the mist away

And she vanishes like a phantom

And Ethon, with a glance of sympathy

Rends my side.