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But by gods, this is too much. And here I thought I was being funny, creative and original.

You can order your Pope John Paul II action figures that are rolling out on the production lines here. I really can't see skeletor giving his "smite with the wrath of the lord" powers much trouble.

But they're not the only ones. I thought this pope figure was kinda cute:



But still the ultimate must be the "Pope Innocent III action figure":



His product description:

"Introduce this Pope Innocent III Action Figure to your other figures and watch the spiritual sparks fly! Armed with his formidable power of excommunication and an intimidating scroll inscribed with Latin text, this 6" tall, hard plastic model of the 176th Pope will soon have all your other action figures lining up for confession. Read the back of the illustrated blistercard and you'll find that Pope Innocent III was a good guy in all respects. He was a patron of the arts, cared about orphans, built a hospital and reunified the Papal States! Comes with removable fancy Pope hat."

Wow. Wowowowowow.

Our letter to the vatican was obviously not taken seriously, as a pope not entirely marketable in the action figure race steps up. But for those of you who thought the notion was ridiculous here's a real treat:

MESSENGERS OF FAITH! Collectible figurines that recite messages from the bible!



I like that Jesus has an American accent. Seriously, what's next, Rosaries as fashion items?

Tiger Woods won the Masters. Again. But for anyone who was still up at one in the morning, it was well worth it. Click on the image for the video of his amazing shot. But before you do, allow me to set the scene:

Tiger is one shot ahead playing the 16th hole. His closest Rival, Chris Di Marco, has put his ball quite close to the hole on this tricky par three. Tiger hits his shot in the worst possible place. Not only does he have an impossible slope to deal with, his ball is lying right up against the first cut of rough. He somehow has to get the ball to stop on top of the slope, but it would be an incredibly risky shot, possibly costing him the Masters. Does he try it, or does he play it safe, and possibly go in to the last two holes level or one behind his opponent?


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And that just beats anything else I can think of writing. Ever.

Plato: There exists a metaphysical universe, where perfect "forms" of things exist. These are the perfect aspects of things in our world - tables, happiness, fish. The things as we see them in our world are merely shadows of the perfect forms in another universe. This explains how things can be distinct (two different fridges), but still be the same (both are fridges, and therefore have a "fridgeness" about them). This similarity is reflected from the metaphysical universe.

a p a p o p: Well, this is kind of self explanatory. If you don't get it, ask your parents what APAPOP stands for. We're sure Plato would have agreed.

Schopenhauer: The fastest way to leave a room is to close your eyes, and block your ears and mouth. Without this sensory perception of the world, it does not exist.

a p a p o p: The fastest way to get everyone to clear a room is to serve coke "with a twist of lemon" (what on earth were the flavour mixers at coke on the day that got made?); screen re-runs of Spanglish; and put on the new Heinz Winkler single "only for you".

“Konrad, what’s eight times seven?”
This type of alarming, unsolicited question often interrupts the stress-free banality of my everyday life. And it truly alarms me. Partly because the person asking the question is too lazy to engage their brain for the two seconds it might take to calculate the sum, but mostly because it forces me into a tight spot. I am forced to either turn on my brain, and think (for the first time since the quiz on morning radio), or admit defeat, possibly feigning some excuse like being hard of hearing or subject to computer screen tunnel vision. Accepting the challenge can lead to the further humiliation of taking too long to answer the question, or worse, actually getting the answer wrong; two alternatives that my ego will never accept. Generally the brain kicks into gear, and works through the initial stages of the problem… “Seven times seven’s an easy one…49, plus seven is… “ By which time they’ve answered the question themselves.

Now I’m not stupid. Conventional western testing methods reflect that I’m supposed to be quite bright (more so when I do the tests the second time). I did an online IQ test just because I was worried about this exact situation. At first I thought it must be a reflection on my grade two math teacher. But now I’ve come to conclude that it has to be simple laziness. But it’s not my fault, is it? Am I just a lazy person? Can I combat this lack of brain activity? Do I really want to?

I wonder how many people have the same problem. We live in a country where it is often better not to think. Violent crimes are always baffling, and it’s easier to enjoy our lives when we can hide our experiences somewhere dark and unused. It makes it easier to sleep with the window open. Ignorance truly is bliss. How else can we overlook mad hatter political decisions? The only solution is not to think about it. The less you know about something, the less likely you are to worry about it. And the more you decide to think about it, the more you realise that ideologies simply do not apply. The more you realise that there’s nothing you can do. Heck, you’d have been better off if you didn’t think in the first place.

Our over-criticised sportspeople are prime examples of this phenomenon. We keep saying that we really do have talent in this country. We keep pinning our hopes on the Stormers, only to see them lose their heads and tackle late, high and illegally. Need I mention that sadly dropped bat… But I’ve concluded that it’s not their fault. We live in a country where we need to turn off our minds in order to survive. Graduates with Cum Laude degrees sit in menial jobs surviving only because they have managed to learn how to turn off their brains. Maybe that’s why we breed such good golfers – their heads are clear of worry and negative thoughts.

So just include South African sport (particularly rugby) in there with the crimes and poverty. Frankly, it's just not worth thinking about.

1. Nigella Lawson is on TV. I don't know why she does it for me. I think it's the accent. But when they show those closeups of her hands covered in finest virgin olive oil I feel primal impulses. Maybe it's just the "she can feed you, mate with her" instinct.

2. The baby boks won the under 19 rugby world cup. Meaning that there is hope for the future. Meaning that we can't just give up watching rugby alltogether. But still not meaning that I'll put a single South African player in my fantasy league team.

3. Prince Harry, already a favorite of ours for the doob, the nazi outfit and the girls he dates, failed a basic computer competence test. I'm just one of those horrible people who likes it when others go down.

4. Pamela Anderson is back on our TV screens! She'll be playing her usual scantily clad dumb blonde character in another sitcom that will showcase her talents. We missed you Pam. You're a part of our lives. And watching you now will have so much more meaning. Who'll ever be able to get that bit of the movie where Tommy honks the boat's horn with his penis out of their minds.

5. Scientists at oxford university have had an incredible breakthrough. The use of technology originally used with satelite imagery allows them to read the original writings on ancient papyrus documents that were rendered unreadable by the passage of time. They estimate that it will lead to an increase of around twenty percent in Greeks an Roman works in existence. A vast deal of information, and many religious writing will now be readable! I'm sure you'll see more of this in the press soon as they actually start reading the documents!

Bye now. Hope these worked for you. Google them for more info. There's much more out there than I can possibly link to.

I still haven't recovered. This is how you KILL a friend with spam. This graced my inbox at 9am this morning:

"Subject: I am seeking a reputable vendor of inflatable sheep

…Message: HelloI am a ‘generously proportioned’ male (375 pounds) with a less than generous penile length (4 inches erect). I seek a vendor of qualityinflatable sheep who can give away free samples as I am unemployed.
Best regards
John Llamas"

Cape Town is a wonderful place. But it's been made just a bit more interesting by the addition of an international element. About a month ago I told you about two pornstars we met in Caprice. It turns out they are actually on location, and filming a genuine Cape Town based porn movie! And they are wild. Now I know that I said that lingerie girls are a great idea at a party, but pornstars really do give it a whole new twist. This is what they wore to a birthday party I attended:



Now I saw the movie "the girl next door" and "pretty woman" but rest assured that these women have no hearts, and are nothing like that. They are rough as guts sluts who love their work. For this reason we believe we're in the running to be one of the first South African sites to offer a live porn feed. Even if just for a little while. We're desperately trying to figure out the technology. Rest assured that we'll keep you updated on the time and date. (This is one of the horrible side effects of having so many friends in London - you can't just all walk in on the bloke anymore. Now people demand a webcast.)

The unbelievable thing is that the one on the left is twenty eight years old!

Now that we're friendly with these girls we are hoping to be privy to some confidential information. We know they'll be shooting some footage near Llundudno some time if the weather clears. I don't know what the best forum will be to let everyone know when and where the porn will be happening, but for the time being, we'll just have to use this website!

Have you ever been stuck in a DSTV rut? You know, where you start channel hopping at 3, and work your way all the way through to the Mongolian News network and back again, and can't find anything you feel like watching? The first sign is usually that you find you're watching one of those re-enactments of the Michael Jackson trial. It's only complete other channel failure that sometimes leads me to have to watch an e-tv late night movie.

I know it's not exactly scientific, but using a cunning and extremely intricate excel spreadsheet, utilising the TV times given in this month's DISH magazine, and the IMDB run time given for the movie, I calculated that on average you watch adverts for THIRTY PERCENT (exactly) of the time when you watch an e-tv movie to completion.



No wonder I always fell asleep during their screening of The Godfather. At that rate it would have been on for 3 hours 50! Funnily enough, some of the times etv allowed for the movies were in excess of 15 minutes shorter than the runtimes given by IMDB. Is our viewing being censored!?

A young, muscular chick pope should be next in line.

The Vatican and the Catholic Church have always been incredibly wealthy. But rumors abound that church coffers are dwindling. High-ranking cardinals have apparently even resorted to drastically cutting down on the use of gold leaf at lunchtimes in the Vatican. This need not be the case.

The death of Pope John Paul II has opened up a whole new era for Catholicism. The church was losing out on a large scale in the popular syndication market, as the ailing pope was not suitable for the action figure market. I can’t see the “super soul saver wheelchair” and “pope reclining chair” performing well in any kind of market analysis, but a large market exists for a potential “Pope, God on Earth” action figure doll, complete with “fighting rosaries” and “evil banishing” staff. The movie rights alone would net the church millions. Perhaps a cross syndication epic of “Pope vs Spawn”…

It was also well documented that the former pope’s views angered feminists, now a large part of the paying market. By allowing the ordination of women as priests, church revenues and sales from syndication items should go up billions. These two arguments will be on top of the list supporting the election of Jennifer Garner as pope.



Also on the catholic marketing front, the SimVatican computer game is long outstanding, but cardinals will probably still oppose the “encourage homosexual pedophilia” powers that Satan should be given in the multiplayer game. Jennifer Garner already carries a large fanatical following, and http://www.seepopenaked.com/ will ensure that lunchtimes at the Vatican are restored to their former glory.

In order for peace on earth to come about, in order for Catholicism to prevail as the world’s fastest growing religion, and dear god please for seepopenaked.com, we can but hope that the cardinals see our logic.

Look. I don't know who you are, but I feel the need to apologise. You've been diligently visiting this site in hordes, and we haven't even managed to put a post up for you.

I have an excuse though. I just joined the ranks of the retired. I resigned on Wednesday. So I've been very busy trying to get my life sorted out for the next step, but I've taken it. No more working for someone else.

So I'll brief you on what happens, as it's bound to be interesting. In the mean time, does anyone want to buy a Land Rover, it won't suit my new image. Now I need something cool. Something zippy. Something that'll fit 4 sets of golf clubs and go off road. Wait a minute...

Easter? I unfortunately can't remember too much. And I didn't take pictures. All I have left is a couple of very bad images that remain on my cellphone for arbitrary and inexplicable reasons. In fact, I have so much work to do right now, I shouldn't even be speaking to you. But somehow this site is receiving more hits than I could ever have imagined. I haven't checked where they're all coming from, but I have a feeling that the WWA have listed me as a wanted criminal for cockroach abuse, and that I am about to start receiving hate mail from Greenpeace.

On that front, know that our many legged friend has now survived for two weeks without food or water (contrary to scientific studies that prove he cannot in fact live this long, and is therefore dead). I can't take the guilt every morning, and have decided to set him free in my next door neighbour's garden... I won't say I'll miss him, but I hope he makes it. Those are tough critters!

My weekend was magical. If ever you get the chance to take a helicopter flip around Plett, drop what you're doing and go. It's the only way to fully appreciate the beauty of the garden route. The sheer size of the Knysna forest is staggering. Lots has been said about the beauty of the area. It's all true. (insert 7 gazillion hyperlinks to tourist webpages here)

Not that much has been said about the amount of MASSIVE great white sharks swimming JUST past the surfers and swimmers in the bays. Every time we saw one I wanted to jump out and pull off a rescue attempt, but apparently this is the norm. They really just don't eat people (that often).

While I'm ranting, allow me to warn you of a dreadful situation that could arise in your near future. I like sweets. So I bought a packet of these sparkles the other day:



I sat down in front of the TV, bottle of red wine and pringles ready at the side for leisurely consumption. The movie was good. The wine was good. The pringles were finished. Time for a sweetie. What a ballsup.



Revealed in small print on the side of the packet is the horrible truth. These are not the wonderful sparkles of old. Some idiot has decided that the sweet palate of today would fancy eating something with yoghurt in it. These things are truly revolting. Especially when they take you by surprise. Instead of creating havoc about items with vague carcinogenic qualities, the media should alert shoppers to horrible scams such as these!

Then there's another fast one that's being pulled on us. (Another high quality image to follow.) I don't know who spread the rumour, and I don't know what the US soldiers who pinned her up in their tanks were thinking, but Minki Van Der Westhuizen just simply isn't hot.



Look at her here on the cover of the nation's favourite magazine. She looks a bit like a horse. With so many beautiful women prowling the streets, who decided that Minki should be our pride and joy? Who keeps sticking her on the covers of magazines? Who is actually looking at her pictorials? I want answers!

Now it's time for a post-Easter-weekend-late-morning bloody mary to take away the symptoms of holiday. Am I the only person who always returns from holidays needing a holiday...

Yep, I know the little thingy on the E of cliche is the wrong way round. I just couldn't remember the ALT code for it. Never managed to memorise those lists. Cribbed it off the back of my calculator when they tested us on it in first year. Sorry Dr. Hugo. Sorry Alma Mater.

A couple of people have been mailing us to ask for comments to be put up on the site. We're thinking about it. For the time being, PLEASE mail us with your comments, and we'll put them up on the site if they are wonderful, insightful, witty and contain pictures of naked ladies.

Plett dished up another surprise for me this morning. I found a pansy shell. (yes they ARE special.) My first ever. This is it:



This has to be a sign. Of great things to come. Of the stormers winning a game. Of political stability and paying online surveys. (Has anyone actually made any money doing those things?) Maybe I should put it in the glass with the now somewhat famous cockroach, like a cuttlefish for a budgie.

There's a bit of a bash at the Kurland Polo pavillion tonight. We'll take a camera in case (like there's any doubt) anything insane happens. Last time one of the boys knocked himself out with a cattle prod. We're not going to miss getting it on video this time!

Have a great Easter!

With no late surge in the voting from any concerned cockroach foundations, you, the voters have spoken, and we'll check back on the beast in a week. Many thanks to aquila for increasing the voting substantially with a newspost here.

I read somewhere that they can go a month without food. If that's the case, I might have to move the critter before my social and sex life take a serious turn for the worse. I'm starting to feel sorry for it, and might have to just give it some water. Rest assured though that it was sprightly and leaping around this morning!

The garden route is full of creatures and beasts. And at the Mosselbay Country Club, we found clear cut evidence of both the fact that there are very large men in Mosselbay, and that Golf can under no circumstances qualify as a sport.

This is a picture of one of the benches in the half way house at the country club. I wonder how many members would have to have had problems with their boeps in order for this kind of thing to be resorted to:

This is quite revolting. So be warned.

About a week ago I was watching TV, only to be confronted by a cockroach. I was going to get rid of it, so I skilfully trapped it in a glass... and then my phone rang. I forgot all about the trapped beast, untill now, a whole week and a half later. It's still there! And it's VERY alive!



Revolted, I moved to toss the creature out. When curiosity got the better of me. How long can these things live without food? Do I hate it enough to kill it like this? Does it have emotions? Is it suffering?

Please help me with my dilemma

Plett just keeps throwing them at us. This picture was not set up. It was taken in the member's changing room at the Goose Valley Golf Club:

We can but speculate. What we do know is that the person doesn't have a prostate problem. Either too young, or too good a trajectory.

This is the stuff of mystery. We'll pay good money for the security camera footage. Are security cameras allowed in bathrooms? Oh, the intrigue!

A lot has been written about the people who jet into Plett in their private planes, buy large tracts of land to build mansions and polo fields, fly around the sky in their choppers, and buy breakfasts at the Mermaid's Slipper for R7600 a head. None of it has been accurate. Most importantly, these guys know how to have fun!

If you have enough money, you could throw a good party, right? It's easy to remember the top class caterer, the incredible venue, the free champagne. But NEVER forget the lingerie girls:







Add in Robert (Vito) Palazollo to give the party that mysterious mafiosa overtone:



And then get your kit off and get DOWN:

How are supposed to ever sleep off the hangovers?
It's another cracker of a day, here in Plettenberg Bay:


I woke up to this sight, and the fantastic news that the Bulls had just won in Wellington. Just enough good Karma to get us through the morning breakfast session with the relatives. Larry's Bar (a new Plett institution that's a sort of bohemian cocktail bar) did something wonderful with a croissant, salmon and eggs that took the pain of conversation about everyone's dogs away on intake. I have a feeling we'll be frequenting this place often.

So far, so good. The Stormers are playing in just under two hours, so if you're in town make your way to Flashbacks to join us for a toot. (Flashbacks do serve beverages other than Tequila and Jaegermeister - I called to check.)