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Where are you hiding?

Where are the ladies tonight?

The last 9 blogs were posted by men.

No wonder the blogs are dead.

It has been ten hours since the last lady posted a blog.

Or is it boys night.

PS
And now suddenly two males have removed their blogs?

I wonder why?

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Why buy a branded name when you can buy a look alike for half the price? The answer is simple. The quality speaks for itself. A branded name did not become household overnight but rather by years of good service to many happy customers.

In the past our local industries were protected against cheap imports but now we have become the dumping grounds of low quality junk from other countries. This is forcing our own industries out of business or into manufacturing low quality junk to remain competitive.

How can a government be so callous towards his own domestic industries? Every time I read of more successful government talks and new trade treaties with a foreign nation I cannot help but wonder what rubbish they’re going to dump on us next.

Everything is in a name.

The foul taste of poor quality will linger for much longer than the euphoria of buying a bargain.

Is it just here or does it happen all over?

Stay loose, tomorrow is Friday!

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Feb 2014
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Trick Photography

It is easy to deceive the eye with a photo. This is because of the two dimensional nature of a photo and the ability of a camera to freeze a moment in time. This can be done with a single click and no special equipment. It is also called an optical illusion.

Here is an optical illusion of a different kind. There is an object hidden in this photo that does not belong there at all . Can you spot it?

Then, for your pleasure, here is a collection of some of the best trick photography that I have seen. Enjoy it.

I'm not fond of including video clips in my blog but I must make an exception today.

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6 Days In Paris

I arrived in Paris after 6 days in London. I walked the streets with a tourist map, visiting a few places of interest but not understanding the language did not make things easy.

On the fifth day an English lad, about my age, arrived and with my broken English we got to talk a few words that night in the pub downstairs. He told me about a club just around the corner from the hotel where we stayed. After some thinking I excused myself and went to my room where I got myself ready for the outing.

The club was not too full and I parked at a table and in no time I was joined by a French mademoiselle. We had no language in common but she made it known that her name was Michelle. When the waitress arrived Michelle produced a piece of paper and a pencil. She drew a bottle of wine. Quite an artistic b*tch she was. Being not stupid, and knowing exactly what she meant, I nodded my consent and she ordered.

By the time the cheap champagne arrived she was sitting on my lap kissing me. She had a few years on me but what the hell; who was to know? I choked at the price of the champagne but forked the money out. I was 21 and itchy.

The next moment the table was swamped with women and I feared for the bottle of champagne but Michelle jumped off my lap and chased them off like flies. She returned to sit next to me. While gesturing that the bottle was meant for just the two of us and nobody else, she poured some champagne and resumed kissing me.

Halfway through the bottle, which I had very little of, the waitress arrived again and Michelle drew a plate of food on the piece of paper. Being not stupid, and once more knowing exactly what she meant, I nodded my consent and she ordered again. The two plates of food arrived and took another large chunk of my dwindling supply of money but by then I was so hot you could weld with me.

After the food – to this day I still do not know what it was – we finished the rest of the champagne. By then she was back on my lap again and she started drawing on her piece of paper again. I watched her anxiously, knowing that my budget for the week was dwindling very fast. That was when I pushed her off my leg, jumped up and walked out. Very pissed off I walked the 60 yards back to the hotel.

Did she think I was stupid?

There was no ways that I would buy her a bed as well!

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Feb 2014
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What is the big deal

So the world is overpopulated. Yet, you can fit every living person into Texas. Everybody on earth settled on his own quarter acre of land. That is the equivalent of about 5 persons building their houses on a soccer field. Not too cramped is it? And if you consider that the five would probably belong to the same household…

So what is the problem then; water? Well, any one of the 15 largest rivers in the world can supply all the people in the world with 50 litres of fresh water each day. Without stopping the river from flowing.

Food then? Nope. The United states alone produce enough food to feed everybody on this planet.

Then what about oxygen? Not at present but it could become a problem; just leave our rain forests alone and we will do quite fine.

So over population sounds a bit exaggerated to me. More like a political problem than anything else. Which brings me to another gross exaggeration: Global warming!

It is a fact that the planet is warming up but it is also known that it has been warming up and cooling down ever since the beginning of time. Some places are getting a bit warmer while others are cooling off a bit. But there is no way to determine man’s contribution to it; if any.

At the current rate the planet warms up by about a tenth of a degree per century. That is one degree in a 1000 years! What is the panic? We are coming out of an ice age! So what is the big deal?

Now Catfoot wonders if this commotion is not just about keeping some people comfortable and busy. After all, it is a good fundraiser.

Just wondering; not saying.

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Discovering Connecting Singles

I have never believed in Long Distance Relationships and have never bothered with dating sites. Until I stumbled across CS in January last year.

I was fixing a washing machine for a friend at the time and needed some of those bubble like terminals that you use to join electric wires. I went inside to look on the internet for a close by supplier. And I Googled ‘connecting terminals for single electric wires’.

And one of the search results was Connecting Singles. I clicked on the link and read one or two articles. Then I read a few blogs and when I wanted to comment I got the log on screen. I joined right there and then. I was very disappointed when I learned that I had to wait a week but I added a photo to my profile the next day. I visited the blogs every day and after the week I knew all the regulars.

I was hooked before making the first posting.

But how did you get to know about CS and how did it happen that you are here now? How long have you been with CS.

Has it worked for you? I found somebody I’m sweet on.

Did you?

And by the way, I did find the stuff I was looking for and fixed my friend’s washing machine the next day.

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Jan 2014
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The Green Danger

During the old apartheid government decisions were much easier. What was not against the law was compulsory.

That was until Seymour White, the Conservative candidate in a by-election, woke up one morning to find that he had turned green overnight.

Those were dangerous days. Danger lurked around every corner. There was the black danger, the brown danger, the red danger, the yellow danger and any other conceivable danger you can think of; all threatening to overrun law and order. Having to face another green danger too was unthinkable.

In accordance with the law Seymour Green’s marriage was declared illegal and because the law stated that a male servant could not be accommodated in the servant’s quarters, he pitched his tent on the front lawn. In sympathy with this people all over the country started squatting on vacant properties.

In a special parliamentary session the minister for color affairs, Blackie Brown, ruled that light green people shall be treated as white and dark green people will be classified black. If it was too difficult to decide the trusted and tried pencil-in-the-hair test was to be fallen back to. If the pencil drops, he is white. Such a simple scientific method.

The opposition spokesman for human rights forwarded a motion that laughing at green people should be outlawed. The motion was seconded by the ultra left member from Green Valley but he added that the law was not doing enough; people should not be allowed to laugh.

But in the end the green danger was defused. Seymour White was united with his family again but the squatters stayed. The old government passed it on to the new government with one big relieve but the squatters stayed.

This blog was inspired by a movie I saw in 1984

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Jan 2014
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Fighting fire with fire

Fighting fire with fire is such an interesting expression and while most of us know what it means, not all people really know where the expression comes from.

If you are trapped in a bushfire and you realize that you cannot escape it, you have to fight that fire with another fire. You simply start another fire; right where you are to create some space for yourself. By the time the main fire gets to you, you have a nice big open space where you can stay out of reach of the flames because you have deprived it of fuel.

Life is like that too. When you are surrounded by a problem, you have to create some space around you to protect yourself while dealing with it.

Sometimes you can use water to fight a fire but sometimes you have to fight fire with fire.

But something else I do not understand…
If you put your hand in a hole on you get bitten; why do you poke your hand back into the hole?

Do some people never learn?

To all my friends - and everybody else - have a great day.

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Jan 2014
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A Career In Sculpturing Cut Short

In 1966, when I was in the 9th grade I crafted four little statues with my dividers out of four pieces of chalk. It was the faces of the four Beatles and they were recognizable. It took a quite few days to complete.

As I applied the last finishing touches to Ringo Starr I got the feeling that I was being watched and when I looked around I saw my mathematics teacher standing behind me. He took the little statues from me, standing with them in his hand contemplating what to do next. Then he returned it to me and dispatched me to the principal’s office.

Upon presenting the evidence to the principal I was given a short lecture about abusing departmental resources and wasting the taxpayers’ money. After going down for four of the best I walked back to the class wondering why everybody was for ever so scared of going down; it was not so bad at all. In retrospect now, I think he was holding back on me.

I walked into the class rubbing my bum as everybody else did when returning from the same place and the incident was forgotten; or so I thought.

When I completed school at the end of 1969 I had to go to the principal’s office again to fetch my testimonial. He asked me if I could still remember the last time I stood there. I nodded and said yes with a silly smile. He told me to turn around. There was a showcase with all the trophies in the school’s possession.

He told me to go closer and there, right in front of everything, were my four statuettes. I asked if I cold have them back but he declined. It belonged to the government, he said.

Ten years later the principal retired and about another ten years later the school closed and the premises became part of the college where I’m now teaching.

I wonder what happened to my statuettes.

A most wonderful day to you all.

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You Can Never Be Free

Many people do not know what to do with their freedom. As such they are prisoners of their own freedom. Freedom, when you are not prepared for it, is a burden and a curse. What good is it for a caged parrot to gain his freedom only to die of starvation and exposure?

Freedom is not doing what you want to do. That is called anarchy; and when we all do what we want to do, it causes chaos. Then freedom is just another word for having nothing left to lose.

We are all prisoners of our possessions. When you possess something, you have to take certain measures to protect that possession; be that material, love, status or anything else. The more precious the possession is to you, the more you are bound to it. You can only be truly free when you have nothing to tie you down to a certain place or routine.

Some would say that freedom is doing the right thing but what is the right thing? What is right for you can never be right for everybody else. Are you really free when you are bound to certain options? Is that really free choice?

If freedom looked like that, I’d rather be comfortably enslaved for only death can bring true freedom. And that is only if there is no afterlife because even then you will not have the choice of where you want to go. You will be bound by your limited choices here on earth.

Have a monster Friday.

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A Six Or A Nix

If the anticipation is really better than the act then I guess there will always be another mountain to climb. So now that I have bowled my Maiden Over I want to hit her for a six as well.

I will have to take strike on Middle and Leg. This maiden bowls a very fast in-swinger Around The Wicket that is very hard to get away if you are a bit late on the shot. She surely knows how to place her field. Hitting a six here is going to be risky for she has me well covered at Point. If it is wide I can try a Late Cut but I’m bound to be caught by the Third Man if I don’t get hold of her properly.

She has a very Fine Leg that keeps me looking over my left shoulder and she keeps moving her Long Leg to distract my attention. With that Silly Short On she makes things no easier for me while her Silly Point only complicates matters. The Sweeper on the Boundary is just to remind me of what awaits if I should dare to Drive over the In Field.

My only hope to hit a six here is if she strays a bit onto my legs so I can get down onto my right knee to tickle the ball over that unguarded area just in Front of Square on the Leg Side. What will it be; a six or a nix?

She stands there, ball in her hand, with that ‘You just dare to hit me’ expression in her eyes.

Every few minutes yet another female streaks across the field winking an eye at her, upsetting my blood pressure and hormone balance.

I’m sure she put them up to do it.

To top it all, whenever I try to Take Strike somebody walks across the Sight Screen; taking my concentration away. These are all her doings.

Cricket can be such an interesting game.

Enjoy your day.

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Jan 2014
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One Year Today

If my memory serves me right I have been with CS exactly one year today. It had been an eventful year and a lot of things had happened.

Back on the home front life was colorful and interesting; with a few downs

and many more ups

but today I’d rather talk about the time spent here on CS.

I made some great friends,

both male

and female.

I am not going to single out anybody. It will only offend the friends I am bound to leave off the list accidentally. In addition I also gathered a few enemies.

But they were few and most had departed for better things to do.

During the year I posted

180 blogs, 21 polls, 5 articles, 4 tests and 3 poems. In the same period I have deleted approximately 10,800 (unconfirmed

) emails from scammers

and if I subtract that number from the views received in total, we are left with more or less 68 real women.

So in all a very productive, if not interesting, year. But most of all, a year in which CS introduced me to the woman I believe I can spend the rest of my life with.

Ps
If the hands of an old fashioned alarm clock are exactly on top of each other; how long does it take for this to happen again?

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Jan 2014
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Where are you hiding?

What Is In A Name

Trick Photography

6 Days In Paris

What is the big deal

Discovering Connecting Singles

The Green Danger

Fighting fire with fire

A Career In Sculpturing Cut Short

You Can Never Be Free

A Six Or A Nix

One Year Today

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