Rock Me Baby

Got some sage advice from my unfortunate friend (see below) regarding Mosquitoes:

Regarding mosquitoes (on your site) - I like the comment on whining and dining
But don't get doom - you'll be spraying yourself silly, every night. Get that Raid stuff that you plug in (we had it in your bedroom) it is the most effective, non-intrusive, odourless, environment friendly stuff you're likely to get.

Dinner (and Doom) is served

Last night after nuking the ceiling and walls with Odorless DOOM, and being careful to avoid letting radioactive spray settle on my pillow, I bedded down. Only a specialist SEAL squad of mozzies made it through the poisonous atmosphere, and as soon as they opened up their napkins on my lap, I squirmed, made for my weapon of choice beside the bedside lamp, stretched and sprayed the air directly above me. The Doom spray settled on my naked skin - quite a pleasant cooling effect. If I was a little nuts I might spray myself with Doom just to cool myself down.

As things stand, I'm going to continue to radioactivate my room until this can is used up. Then we'll go on to Raid, hopefully it will be deadly, but less dramatic than the one on Entebbe.

Lance

After 3 nights of playing dinner to the local Koi Pond Gang, I got a better sleep, and went to Xposure to share - not quite pitch - Rocketboy. I knew something was wrong when Alna said, "How come you look so miserable this morning?"
In part it was because I'd passed up the opportunity to live up to my LIVESTRONG band - and pay R195 to watch Lance on the bigscreen. That isn't such a big deal - the thing will be put on TV soon anyway. I think some of the people who went were probably interesting and that's the part I kind've missed. Chilling with the cyclists.
I have the 2003 and 2005 Tours de France on my computer, and my trainer arrived this morning, so I want to organise with some of the guys, maybe Hannes (who gives spinning) and Mica (who spins) that we set up a little studio where a select bunch of us exercise on our trainers (not generic gym spin machines) with our bikes, to the sounds of Sherwin and Ligget and the sights of Lance dancing up mountains.

Franna and Jean sms'ed me early in the morning, and Hannes as he was going up the escalator to the movies - well, the Lance movie. Apparently Sheryl went to Puerto Rico.

Rocketboy

The meeting with Alna was fairly positive, though I may have made a bit of a boob of myself. I'm terrible first thing in the morning. I need at least 2 hours to figure out my dreams before I can begin to operate in the NOW of the day.
Alna looked pretty organised, with just about everything in place in her office. She made some interesting recommendations, like trademarking the idea, and how to approach Jonathan on the 20th. And I was kind've motivated that she didn't just go, "Oh, this concept rocks - now go and do something with it."

I left some documents with her so we'll see how it sits with her over the next 24 hours or so. She said she'll get back to me once she's gone through some of the doucments.

Some god is the moer in today. He's been cracking a whip across the sky - from 11am it's just been electric sizzles, cracks and sparks. The dogs formed a huddle and sought solace from their human masters.
If the sky falls on our heads, it's all on one, and all on all (as opposed to wall and all).

Did anyone notice that that joke didn't quite work - that's how I'm feeling this morning.
Also taking my leg to Petro to have needles stuck into it, so it doesn't go lame on me past 100km tomorrow morning.

I wish I was a Toyota.