Well long time no ramble so let the ramble be free.
On the weather. Friday night was a peaceful night like any other in our home. We were all comfortable around the dinner table after just finishing a splendid meal when all of a sudden. KABOOOOOM!!!!!! FLASH, POP!!!!! SIZZLE.... The biggest bolt of lightning hits the house and I hear a distinct frying noise emanating from my room and I know that my PC has been turned to mush. Rewind... The weather has been dull and grey for the entire week with a light and sometimes heavy drizzle rejuvenating the parched earth. Not a rumble of thunder nor the tail end of a lightning bolt has been heard of nor seen from the beginning and none are expected in this fog like cloud cover. Yet on this fateful evening, it decides to suddenly let all hell break loose and destroy half the unsuspecting electronics in the house.
Herewith follows an inventory of what got singed.
My R1800 Gigabyte motherboard (Completely dead)
My dads Office computer Motherboard (Even though it was switched off)
My dads personal PC's network card (Also speeding up the process of his oldish IDE hard drive failing)
My sisters PC's network card
Not a single resistor on my brother or mothers PC's was harmed
None of the other electrical appliances were touched.
And here is the solution to the problem.
My dads MOBO was replaced
My MOBO was also replaced (Free of charge)
Sister has new network card.
All is happy and good. (Considering it was the weekend that all this happened over!)
And now onto lighter things than the weather. The blacksmithng is going well but I have landed a project that weighs a ton. More detail can be seen on my other blog.
Now I am off to write a 300 word essay on extraordinary moments. And for me this will be really difficult to stick to 300 as I am overly verbose.
Once again Thank you all for reading my blog!
That was supposed to be yesterdays post but seeing as I did not post it yesterday it shall become part of todays.
Well today was very nice, got to UNISA reactivated my student card and then went to Acorn Fastners and got myself 4kg of spring washers, then off to Alert Steel for some 16x16 mm square bar for some tools and then home to start on some chainmaille and also to charge my car battery by driving around my area on all the back roads so as to avoid getting a fine and finding some very interesting places.
Along the way I decided that I would change my car oil today and so I have, only just finished a few minutes ago and all in all, it was not as difficult as I expected.
And a second time.
Thank you all for reading my blogs!
Tuesday 22 January 2013
Wednesday 28 November 2012
Long absence once again
A million apologies! I have been away for quite a while, over a month in fact. And what have I been doing in that month might you ask?????
Well in the beginning I was off due to telkom being a shit provider and not giving us what we were paying for in terms of internet! Damn you telkom! lol. Then we had the unfortunate news that my Grandfather had passed away and promptly up and left for Durban for a week to be with the family and have the funeral. During this time I was writing exams. Then when we got back from Durban there was much repair to do on the house as storms were not friendly while we were away and the fridges needed cleaning out. and from then up until today I have been running around like a mad rabbit getting my car fixed up.
From a piece of rusting scrap metal to a beautiful car has taken quite a bit of work. The back right door didn't open, the back windows didn't open, there was no sound system, the front left cv boot and joint had to be replaced, hooter had to be replaced, seats had to be cleaned and covered, new floor mats, fixed the doors and windows and now have a pumping sound system, all the door handles had to be fixed and the locking mechanism on the door that didn't open had to be replaced, serviced the car including; spark plugs, petrol filter, carburetor base plate replaced, battery replaced, fuses replaced and a whole host of replacing rusted parts.
But now thankfully it is considered roadworthy in the eyes of the law. All I have to do now is re-licence the car in 21 days and change its name into that of my dads business. South African legal system here I come!!!!! Shouldn't take tooooooooooooooooo long...
Chainmaile is coming on well, the shirt now comes up to the middle of my chest all the way around and I will soon post pictures on my other blog as soon as I get bluetooth working on my pc... Also in line to be posted on my other blog are pictures of me making knives!!! YEA!!! I also found an electric blower and have learnt how to weld. Will also be showing you my first welding project which was my forge table, massive heavy piece of steel that one. My smitthy is almost complete and soon I will be pumping out knives and decor by the tonne.
Once again a million apologies but I am back again.
Well in the beginning I was off due to telkom being a shit provider and not giving us what we were paying for in terms of internet! Damn you telkom! lol. Then we had the unfortunate news that my Grandfather had passed away and promptly up and left for Durban for a week to be with the family and have the funeral. During this time I was writing exams. Then when we got back from Durban there was much repair to do on the house as storms were not friendly while we were away and the fridges needed cleaning out. and from then up until today I have been running around like a mad rabbit getting my car fixed up.
From a piece of rusting scrap metal to a beautiful car has taken quite a bit of work. The back right door didn't open, the back windows didn't open, there was no sound system, the front left cv boot and joint had to be replaced, hooter had to be replaced, seats had to be cleaned and covered, new floor mats, fixed the doors and windows and now have a pumping sound system, all the door handles had to be fixed and the locking mechanism on the door that didn't open had to be replaced, serviced the car including; spark plugs, petrol filter, carburetor base plate replaced, battery replaced, fuses replaced and a whole host of replacing rusted parts.
But now thankfully it is considered roadworthy in the eyes of the law. All I have to do now is re-licence the car in 21 days and change its name into that of my dads business. South African legal system here I come!!!!! Shouldn't take tooooooooooooooooo long...
Chainmaile is coming on well, the shirt now comes up to the middle of my chest all the way around and I will soon post pictures on my other blog as soon as I get bluetooth working on my pc... Also in line to be posted on my other blog are pictures of me making knives!!! YEA!!! I also found an electric blower and have learnt how to weld. Will also be showing you my first welding project which was my forge table, massive heavy piece of steel that one. My smitthy is almost complete and soon I will be pumping out knives and decor by the tonne.
Once again a million apologies but I am back again.
Friday 26 October 2012
Long absence
Hi guys terribly sorry about my long absence TELCOM is being its usual government institution and letting everyone down internet wise. No internet for almost two weeks my dad has almost lost his entire business due to this problem but hopefully they said the problem will be fixed this afternoon.
Woke up with one hell of a headache this morning after dealing with almost 120 people at a wine tasting last night even though not a drop of wine passed my lips. The organiser was a really nice lady and helped up with almost all the prep. Alan and I set up all the bottles and did the pouring while the useless rep from jonkheer did absolutely jack all apart from eat and drink and socialise, ha ha oh well still was coll though.
Wednesdays exam was beastly hard and sent my brain into a spin but I'm certain I passed it and if not I'm sure ill qualify for a sup exam. But I'm pretty sure I passed it. The next two are maths and electrical engineering next Friday which I am looking forward to.
Work on the shirt is progressing and if you hop on over to my other blog you will be able to see what I have been doing as well as some new bracelets I have made. I will also be putting up a few pendants and earrings as well.
All of you should go out and look for an author called Bernard Cornwell he is an awesome English fiction history novelist that if you are anything like me you will thoroughly enjoy. I cant put his books down they are so good.
Cant write to much this time as my head feels like it will split from nose till nape so I'm off now.
Woke up with one hell of a headache this morning after dealing with almost 120 people at a wine tasting last night even though not a drop of wine passed my lips. The organiser was a really nice lady and helped up with almost all the prep. Alan and I set up all the bottles and did the pouring while the useless rep from jonkheer did absolutely jack all apart from eat and drink and socialise, ha ha oh well still was coll though.
Wednesdays exam was beastly hard and sent my brain into a spin but I'm certain I passed it and if not I'm sure ill qualify for a sup exam. But I'm pretty sure I passed it. The next two are maths and electrical engineering next Friday which I am looking forward to.
Work on the shirt is progressing and if you hop on over to my other blog you will be able to see what I have been doing as well as some new bracelets I have made. I will also be putting up a few pendants and earrings as well.
All of you should go out and look for an author called Bernard Cornwell he is an awesome English fiction history novelist that if you are anything like me you will thoroughly enjoy. I cant put his books down they are so good.
Cant write to much this time as my head feels like it will split from nose till nape so I'm off now.
Tuesday 16 October 2012
Catching up
WOW! so much has happened since my last post. I am sorry about the delay between posts my mind has been elsewhere.
Firstly and most saddening of all my grandfather has been diagnosed with level 4 leukemia but he is doing well and still talks to us all especially my dad. I hope that he finds peace and that his life was full of excitement as I know it was. To have no regrets and no worries is best for him at the moment.
Exams are starting and I missed my first one on Monday (yesterday) due to a technical error on my part as I assumed that the 15th was on a Wednesday (Tomorrow) and hopefully I will be able to write it at a later date. If not I have done well enough in the last two to be able to pass.
The chainmaille shirt is going on quite well so hop on over to my other blog http://artofmaille.blogspot.com/ to see what is going down there. I will be updating it with pictures relatively soon.
Found an awesome piece of blacksmiths equipment which I will also elaborate on in http://artofmaille.blogspot.com/
Sailing again on the 3rd and 4th of November as well as the final meeting and prize giving on the 1st and 2nd of December. The 24th and 25th of November I will be doing a SAS Coaching course as well and look forward to this as well.
On the topic of exams again, I am wholly confident in my preparation for maths this semester after my dismal approach in first semester. Also looking forward to my mechanical drawing exam which should be fun as well as challenging.
Well now on to my chainmaille blog.
Sunday 7 October 2012
Monday greens
We have all heard of the Monday blues, but what about the Monday greens? That feeling of accomplishment from the past weekend that makes it feel as if everyone else around you is green with envy. Ha ha maybe not but still its a good feeling in oneself that provides a drive to do things and to do them well.
Today I am going to work like a Trojan and afterwards I will once again have the green feeling, this is good as my exams are soon and no one wants to be blue just before exams now do they. As this is not work and I should be working I will put up a short story to entertain you while I am gone temporarily.
Her delicate blood-soaked hand came away from her side to pull weakly at my collar. And as I lowered my face, not losing her eyes, she spoke with what little strength she had left.
“Thank you” she said haltingly, following a rasping cough torn from her body. And with that I felt her grow lighter, as her last breath passed her marble lips.
The last I remember was her heart knocking hollowly and then nothing.
I remember it clearly.
I heard the knocking…
Today I am going to work like a Trojan and afterwards I will once again have the green feeling, this is good as my exams are soon and no one wants to be blue just before exams now do they. As this is not work and I should be working I will put up a short story to entertain you while I am gone temporarily.
I heard the knocking
Copyright © 2011 Sheldon Hooper
When I hear that sound, the sound of a timid knock that is so slight as to not be noticed under normal circumstances, on my door frame or my window I think back on that one day that I heard it for the first time. I am one of those people who normally don’t listen for these sorts of things but that day I, for some reason unknown to me, was actually listening.
On that particular day I was in my study, breathing a fine mist in the midwinter chill, while I attempted to concentrate on my work despite the shattering cold of the outside world seeping into my bones. As I was struggling to think of a closing line for my thesis on “Adolescence of Psychology” I did not expect the little sound behind me that cracked the frozen silence. As I slowly turned around to greet this anomaly I thought to myself, “Who could this be?” I did not often receive visitors to my study at two in the morning, especially not on a night like this. With one eyebrow raised quizzically and my mouth curled up at the corners, I took in the visitor, expecting it to be a friend or even a colleague, but all remaining vestiges of humour soon left my face to be replaced with open mouthed horror.
On that particular day I was in my study, breathing a fine mist in the midwinter chill, while I attempted to concentrate on my work despite the shattering cold of the outside world seeping into my bones. As I was struggling to think of a closing line for my thesis on “Adolescence of Psychology” I did not expect the little sound behind me that cracked the frozen silence. As I slowly turned around to greet this anomaly I thought to myself, “Who could this be?” I did not often receive visitors to my study at two in the morning, especially not on a night like this. With one eyebrow raised quizzically and my mouth curled up at the corners, I took in the visitor, expecting it to be a friend or even a colleague, but all remaining vestiges of humour soon left my face to be replaced with open mouthed horror.
Page 1
There in my doorway stood a pale and bedraggled bundle that could hardly be called a corpse. I recognised the hunched figure as one of my clients. A young woman in her early twenties who came to me under instruction from her bullish boyfriend hoping that I could make her a happier person. But how could she tell him that he was the cause of her unhappiness without him resorting to some sort of violence, as was the custom of such individuals who saw themselves as more than gods?
Under a paper thin nightgown hardly big enough to fit a small girl she stood quaking. My eyes quickly scanned her frame and lingered on a few dark marks peppering her arms, legs and even on her face, limply framed as it was by her dirty blond hair. Lastly I noticed her right hand clutching at a dark object protruding from her left side, just below her breast, surrounded by a slowly spreading stain.
With tears openly streaming down her battered face she collapsed into my study I lurched forward to catch her. As she landed in my arms I felt how fragile she was and looking down into the depths of her dark blue eyes, I saw fleetingly what could have passed as a look of gratitude.
Under a paper thin nightgown hardly big enough to fit a small girl she stood quaking. My eyes quickly scanned her frame and lingered on a few dark marks peppering her arms, legs and even on her face, limply framed as it was by her dirty blond hair. Lastly I noticed her right hand clutching at a dark object protruding from her left side, just below her breast, surrounded by a slowly spreading stain.
With tears openly streaming down her battered face she collapsed into my study I lurched forward to catch her. As she landed in my arms I felt how fragile she was and looking down into the depths of her dark blue eyes, I saw fleetingly what could have passed as a look of gratitude.
Page 2
Her delicate blood-soaked hand came away from her side to pull weakly at my collar. And as I lowered my face, not losing her eyes, she spoke with what little strength she had left.
“Thank you” she said haltingly, following a rasping cough torn from her body. And with that I felt her grow lighter, as her last breath passed her marble lips.
The last I remember was her heart knocking hollowly and then nothing.
I remember it clearly.
I heard the knocking…
Thursday 4 October 2012
Oh to ramble on!
Will I always be able to talk as much interesting sounding rubbish as I generally do or will I lose this innate gift of the gab that has been bestowed upon me to be used on others whose gab is not so gabby and their minds and throats are a little more flabby in terms of their practice of wit and voice-box.
Sometimes though I fear that my muscular voice-box and stretchy wit will be the undoing of my unfortunate soul as the donkey whose hind leg I will be chatting off one day will decide to kick me in the teeth so as to quite the gabbing gook he sees before him in the form of I.
And then oh I, I shall have been persuaded to gab a little less and become a bit more of a flab in terms of my voice-box, but as someone famous once said "You can take our freedom! but you cannot take our sense of humor!"(If quoted incorrectly please forgive me as I have a notoriously bad memory for quotes! One wonders how I did so well in terms of English at school what with all those Shakespearean quotes and all that).
Enough of that and lets off to war as the old English lords would say. Today's war will be a rant against institutions that are trusted with the betterment of those of us who wish to further exercise our flab in terms of education and this time in specific I wish to aim the proverbial cannon at the one I am currently with, UNISA. Universes Nincompoops In South Africa or University of South Africa for short.
It is with institutes such as these that we leave our fates but what is it that we gain from them? An education yes, but not one related to the field of study into which you entered but rather an education as to the workings of a useless group of individuals whose only wish is to see the figure on their next paycheck increasing every month. We students (Who provide that paycheck) are but an afterthought and a nuisance to these important individuals who call themselves lecturers and tutors.
For myself it is almost impossible to get hold of these esteemed personages as none of their email addresses work, the phone lines are forever down and the website is akin to the maze in the move "Clash of the Titans 2". If I ever have a problem it is not these untouchables I go to but external sources such as my best friend Google who is an infinite number of times more reliable than these people I pay to help educate me, the best thing is that Google is free but unfortunately as it is unnecessary in every country to buy everything you need like your drivers licence, ID and qualifications I cannot use what Google teaches me for free as I have not paid for it and it is therefore worthless in the eyes of a society who requires payment for everything short of breathing.
I will have to grin and bear it as I have done many times in the past and continue to live with the bugs in the system as I have always done and on a parting note i will leave one of my poems with you to contemplate.
FOREVER NEVER
Will we ever be that which never was?Will that which never was ever be?Always will always never be and never will not always be ever.This means then that this that never was might then in ever still be.Or does it mean this that ever is someday never will be?Never will not always be ever and ever will always be never.
Sometimes though I fear that my muscular voice-box and stretchy wit will be the undoing of my unfortunate soul as the donkey whose hind leg I will be chatting off one day will decide to kick me in the teeth so as to quite the gabbing gook he sees before him in the form of I.
And then oh I, I shall have been persuaded to gab a little less and become a bit more of a flab in terms of my voice-box, but as someone famous once said "You can take our freedom! but you cannot take our sense of humor!"(If quoted incorrectly please forgive me as I have a notoriously bad memory for quotes! One wonders how I did so well in terms of English at school what with all those Shakespearean quotes and all that).
Enough of that and lets off to war as the old English lords would say. Today's war will be a rant against institutions that are trusted with the betterment of those of us who wish to further exercise our flab in terms of education and this time in specific I wish to aim the proverbial cannon at the one I am currently with, UNISA. Universes Nincompoops In South Africa or University of South Africa for short.
It is with institutes such as these that we leave our fates but what is it that we gain from them? An education yes, but not one related to the field of study into which you entered but rather an education as to the workings of a useless group of individuals whose only wish is to see the figure on their next paycheck increasing every month. We students (Who provide that paycheck) are but an afterthought and a nuisance to these important individuals who call themselves lecturers and tutors.
For myself it is almost impossible to get hold of these esteemed personages as none of their email addresses work, the phone lines are forever down and the website is akin to the maze in the move "Clash of the Titans 2". If I ever have a problem it is not these untouchables I go to but external sources such as my best friend Google who is an infinite number of times more reliable than these people I pay to help educate me, the best thing is that Google is free but unfortunately as it is unnecessary in every country to buy everything you need like your drivers licence, ID and qualifications I cannot use what Google teaches me for free as I have not paid for it and it is therefore worthless in the eyes of a society who requires payment for everything short of breathing.
I will have to grin and bear it as I have done many times in the past and continue to live with the bugs in the system as I have always done and on a parting note i will leave one of my poems with you to contemplate.
FOREVER NEVER
Will we ever be that which never was?Will that which never was ever be?Always will always never be and never will not always be ever.This means then that this that never was might then in ever still be.Or does it mean this that ever is someday never will be?Never will not always be ever and ever will always be never.
Monday 1 October 2012
Wow
As I am sitting here in my chair and wondering what to do I take some time to write a little bit and express what I am feeling. At the moment it is a bit of a rough tide. I AM FINISHED WITH MY DRAWINGS!!!!!! HA HA. Ahhh thats better. Now on to business.
NECESSARILY UNNECESSARY
Necessity drives doing, but not necessarily. As doing can also be done without the need for necessity to be the drive of the doing.Doing is a necessity as when nothing is done nothing is achieved but this to is not so as chaos is achieved quite contrary to the original need to do something that will benefit the description of something done out of necessity.So to then doing is that of chaos as both are done under necessity.
What makes things necessary? I think necessity is born from need but then why have so many unnecessary things become necessary? And now it seems I have lost my train of thought...
Long weekends tend to do that to one as ones brain has effectively become mush. The weekend was good, met some new people at sailing and learnt a lot as well, hopefully taught a lot as well as I am supposed to be a coach... ha ha. Fun times. Work on Sunday was like mad, 115 people and 38 tables in total for the day between three of us, Was pretty busy seeing as the restaurants record is 150 people.
Today I am going to go drop off my drawings and hope that the system at UNISA does not lose them all... will be very, very miffed if they do. I will make scans and post them up here just in case but the originals are always preferable.
NECESSARILY UNNECESSARY
Necessity drives doing, but not necessarily. As doing can also be done without the need for necessity to be the drive of the doing.Doing is a necessity as when nothing is done nothing is achieved but this to is not so as chaos is achieved quite contrary to the original need to do something that will benefit the description of something done out of necessity.So to then doing is that of chaos as both are done under necessity.
What makes things necessary? I think necessity is born from need but then why have so many unnecessary things become necessary? And now it seems I have lost my train of thought...
Long weekends tend to do that to one as ones brain has effectively become mush. The weekend was good, met some new people at sailing and learnt a lot as well, hopefully taught a lot as well as I am supposed to be a coach... ha ha. Fun times. Work on Sunday was like mad, 115 people and 38 tables in total for the day between three of us, Was pretty busy seeing as the restaurants record is 150 people.
Today I am going to go drop off my drawings and hope that the system at UNISA does not lose them all... will be very, very miffed if they do. I will make scans and post them up here just in case but the originals are always preferable.
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