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As the man took another sip of the crispy Chardonnay from one of his favourite cellars, yet another concept demanded attention by oh-so-sweetly digging its talons into his thoughts. What some may construe as an evil grin crept across his demeanour, his lips almost twitching with glee. The sun blazing down in all its furious glory, appreciation for the shadowy haven under which he found himself that afternoon joined the feeling of satisfaction – satisfaction associated with the apparent onslaught of creative thought, inspired by a milieu he rarely has the opportunity to appreciate.

It is a well-known fact that I (still) don’t write nearly as much as I would like to. My professional ambition ruled my life for the past five years or so and did not, in conjunction with my social endeavours, necessarily leave a lot of space for much else. This past December also saw a man broken by Life take an extended leave of absence for the first time in years. I needed time to think, for a change, about a lot of things.

I set out promising myself that I would, amongst many other things, write more and so on and so forth. The breakaway from my fast-paced life in our wonderful Metropolis was going to be ideal for catching up on myself (if that makes sense). Needless to say, I found myself with more than enough time and opportunity to simply amble around with only myself as company (which is yet another tale to be scribbled down in the near future). Those of you who are curious enough to follow me on twitter or fortunate enough to be counted amongst my “friends” would have caught a whiff of the said trials and tribulations during this time.

it was good being home :)

In-between being cancelled on by a wide assortment of Cape Townians, almost murdering a few family members and appreciating my beautiful home country I also gave thought to the avenues I should explore in my writing. Quite recently, I was approached by a well-known publication (amongst others) and asked whether I would throw a piece or two their way. I was very flattered, of course, by both the commercial and personal requests (thanks again, guys), but simply couldn’t commit to anything outside of my profession at that point in time. I was already getting dangerously close to overworking myself and finding myself in the same position I did just before my little “tumble” back in 2008.

Even though the (very wide) assortment of scans, pokes, prods and probes by machines worth millions concluded that there’s nothing wrong with my mental ability (to the contrary, strangely enough), there were some notable changes after they finally discharged me from hospital. Over-and-above a bunch of negligible itches (like having to learn how to walk from scratch), I had noticed something not-quite-right with the colourful vocabulary I was so used to delve into.

Exemplum: I would know that I have the perfect word to express myself at that very moment, or smile as I describe whichever situation I found myself witness to…but I could not, for some inexplicable (and maddeningly frustrating) reason, put my finger on it. The word would literally be on the tip of my tongue – I just couldn’t remember what it is. Being as passionate as I am about my writing, I was driven far beyond the proverbial edge of what little sanity I have left each and every time this happened. Eventually I resigned myself to the fact that I simply have to calm myself down, close my eyes and consider the ocean of words prattling about in my noggin.

Flirtatious Writer’s Block aside, I was still determined to write more – about more. I decided to keep my current style and feel to the blog, but would definitely like to expand on the subject matter. Even though I don’t shy away from being referred to narcissistic bastard, I felt that I would most definitely enjoy writing about some of the topics I have been approached for over the past year or so. That being said, I would like to invite anyone who reads my drivel on a regular basis to assist in deciding what exactly and/or how much I should expand said subject matter.

Enter my very first (digitally verified) Poll:

As you may or may not have realised, I have quite an affinity for pretty much all these topics – and would most definitely enjoy writing about all of it, corrupting each topic with my own style. So, here’s to hearing from everyone and looking forward to a literary revolution throughout MMXI.


Oh, and P.S. go check this out: it’s frikken hilarious…


A growling hum fades into the background as it is drowned out by a sound revolutionised by a society in what some refer to as modern day. Megalomaniac chants of counter-culture, from the underground, halo-maniacal and harder than the rest. Celebrate relentlessness, menace to society. Refuse is our inspiration, terrorism our trade ~ sabotage and piracy ~ chaos our mental state. Like a fiendish tropic virus spitting bile at all you whores, razor-sharp tongue-in-cheek poking in your open sores.

I was going to write an extensive piece on one of many topics I find disturbingly interesting… sipping on my g&T and listening to some really good music, however, I decided against it. The past couple of weeks proved to be a roller-coaster of note: emotional high and lows, reminders of the financial Hell survived in drudging through my articles, people thought to be friends tallying their blood-money, old friends resurrecting themselves in a fashion I always thought they would (and thus confirming suspicions nigh decades old), value recognised in new people, nightmares of both lives past and future, death.

I have so much to write about. I would gladly sacrifice my ever-increasing bright future in the Corporate World to simply live each day…too bad it’s not practical. I haven’t met the love of my life. I won’t be able to afford a nutritious meal every day. I won’t be able to make a living. Hell, I can’t even afford to get to that sanctuary amidst my lost rainforests ~ the nearest stench of civilisation endless leagues away. It’s days like today which remind me of my sincere love for music, books, movies and my general disregard toward humanity’s affinity for sanity.

I write tonight because it is my Passion. It’s been just over six months since I’ve “officially” taken up the quill once more. Granted, I haven’t been able to share the World with the rest of you cursed lot in as much artful splendour as I would have liked over the past couple of months, but at least I’m writing again.  Following a hurricane of feedback from both my social media offerings (faceBook and twitter), I was enticed to blog ever so often as well.

Here I could go on and on about all sorts of codswallop reeking of anything I like. And I wasn’t necessarily limited to a mere status update or 140 characters. Furthermore, I have tons of drivel written in many a drunken haze – things I just needed to share with someone at that very moment, albeit in a somewhat extremely altered state of mind (I do some of my best work in said state). After several nudges and many gracious compliments on the short communicae I force upon people I consider (possibly) worth talking to, I decided to take my writing beyond the furious evenings of bashing at Qwerty’s ingenious invention and waking up the next morning only to find a splash or 7 of whiskey dangerously close to the equipment I use to carve a living out of this stone we call life.

That being said, I’m really going to try and subject any of you who might be remotely interested in my drivel a bit more. May you look forward to the odd splurge of digital ink I taint your existence with, my friends….

I know I sure as Hell am.


Tiny droplets race ahead of the impending deluge, scouting ahead of the crimson tide cutting a deep swathe across all it encounters. Perfection glimmers for a brief moment as sunlight dances off the surface of this strange land before it is engulfed by a sea of red gliding over it like silk. Reaching the end of what seemed like an endless plain of silver, the ruby beads let fly off the edge into the unknown.

Their new-found rapture in the wonder of flight does not last long as they crash into a forest of fibres woven with disturbing purpose. As the mysterious tangle absorbs the front-runners, the crimson flood arrives, bolstering the force’s energetic escape from a dark prison it found itself in but moments ago. Though formidable in its efforts, what appears to have been a river is quickly reduced to a trickle as the never-ending forest continues to quench its thirst, staining itself a similar scarlet in doing so.


The blade was buried deep, brought down with meaning and hopefully enough force as what all those who willed it to be there could muster. The man did not expect it. It was crafted well, with steel folded by true masters finding themselves in the forges of such things. He could feel this as the work of art dug deep into his back, making light work of any muscle or tendon foolish enough to challenge it. Although he did not expect the sliver of pain shooting through his left shoulder now, he was by no means unaccustomed to it.

dood deur middel van wortel

what you need will be the end of you

The assailant’s aim was slightly lower than the previous would-be assassin, assigned with a similar task. “Suppose that, at least, is a good thing” he thought to himself – the previous wound had only just healed, and scar tissue takes a bit longer to fix itself the second or third time around. A slight twitch as it dug deeper may have been less than they were hoping for, but he wasn’t going to give them anything more than that.

He could feel the grip around the hilt tear away as he turned to face the others in the room. She almost stumbled, her hasty retreat to the group executed with somewhat less agility than he had given her credit for in the past. What met him was an assortment of faces he had learnt to trust over the past couple of years – some of them only a few weeks, others months, but here and there even more than that.

“Are you fucking serious?”

You could see the surprise on the faces of those that have not known him for that long. They had all heard the rumours, the stories, the myths – the majority of them finding themselves not yet a part of his life when the apparent events transpired. Most of them simply brushed the tales aside as drunk-talk by someone angry at the world with unsubstantiated reason. Little did they know that they now found themselves amidst yet another chapter unfolding.

Even though I’d love to continue scribbling on about this fellow’s adventures, I’m saving that for something else. And yes, trust me: there’s a lot more. Basically, it’s a quick snapshot of my life over the past couple of weeks. Some hidden meanings and references more apparent than others, but I can guarantee you that the majority of people reading this piece of writing shouldn’t presume to think they know anything. To quote one of my most favourite Greek philosophers ever: “Assumption is, indeed, the mother of all fuck-ups.”

I like to refer to myself as a catalyst. “What is this inane reference to the field of chemistry, Ian?” you may ask. Well, for those of you not necessarily up-to-speed with the wonderful world of acids, bases and all its other fun little uses:

cat·a·lyst   [kat-l-ist]


  1. Chemistry . a substance that causes or accelerates a chemical reaction without itself being affected.
  2. something that causes activity between two or more persons or forces without itself being affected.
  3. a person or thing that precipitates an event or change: His imprisonment by the government served as the catalyst that helped transform social unrest into revolution.
  4. a person whose talk, enthusiasm, or energy causes others to be more friendly, enthusiastic, or energetic.

“OK – but how the hell does this pertain to you, oh mysterious and nonsensical one?”

Regardless of my very public distaste for humanity, I rather enjoy meeting new people – call it fostering some silly kind of false hope, if you need. As most of you know, I also enjoy partying it up quite a bit. That being said, it should also be known that I party in a very wide variety of circles. I find myself jiving with almost every stereotypical crowd there is. I shake my booty in the hottest clubs, I thrash out with head-banging to hardcore metal, I enjoy my whiskey and cigars in underground jazz clubs, I love a good pint at the pub, I suit-up for exquisite balls, lavish cocktails in lounges, I braai with the best “oppiPlaas” – everything.

I also enjoy bringing people together. People meeting other people, everyone having a good time, everyone just being themselves without having to hold back just because they’ve been labelled by society. I can proudly say that I have introduced people to each other whose paths would have never-bloody-ever crossed otherwise. A lot of people nod and smile when situations like those present themselves, going their separate ways after the fact – but some of these folks have even gone on to become the best of friends ever. As a matter of fact, the majority of people walk away from my mini-parties or get-togethers with a bunch of people they get along with very well. Where it gets sticky, is what follows.

Awesome – my friends all get along and enjoy each other’s company. I’ve managed to “make the circle beega” and enjoyed myself whilst doing so. After a while the people involved start drifting a bit. They become quieter, appear to not go out as much or always have some family thing they need to go to. I don’t really pay that much attention – I have a busy life-style too. Each member of my immediate family is more than a thousand kilometres away and I still don’t have enough time for everybody all the time. Sure. Next time. I’m sure I’ll be on the list next time when they go out.

Enter our lovely little social network sites – the most convenient way to keep in touch with anyone that knows how to operate a mobile phone (‘cause some people still find it incredibly hard to figure out those little things embedded in the Short Message System, or SMS). First the updates of the good night out with awesome people, when you were pretty keen to do something but ended up staying in because your mate seemed “too busy.”

Then the synchronisation of these instances among people you know. By this time you’ve found “more reliable” people who actually respond to efforts of communication, and as a result you may be enjoying that brewski with them rather than the former. Then the photographic razorblades. Parties, dinners, festivals – everyone there. Everyone you had introduced to each other. Everyone except you, the catalyst. “How the hell does that work?”

You see, in chemistry, after the catalyst has served its purpose by making the two constituents of whatever the desired product is work together, it’s no longer part of the picture. Neither the constituents nor the product give a shit what the catalyst does or what happens to it. It’s simply cast aside and moves on to find the next two parts it makes work together, still remaining on its own. In the greater scheme of things, the way this molecule is composed may be integral to the interaction with another singular molecule to produce something that is greater than any of the products resulting from its use as catalyst…

Unfortunately, in the cesspool that is our society, the possibility of this occurring is destined to remain a mere fantasy. In my short time on this Earth, fate has strewn thousands of souls across my ragged path. The illusion of true happiness had indeed taunted me on occasion, albeit for only a brief moment in the chaos that is my life, but never succeeded in digging its bittersweet claws into who I truly am. Until that day comes, I shall forever wander the wastes upon which humanity pretends to build its dreams.

you've been warned...

birth of an apocalypse

As creatures of the night slithered away, savouring the wake of destruction and mayhem left by Midnight Storm, the herald of Day crested horizons across the world. Darkened chaos glittered with beauty as rays from the sun danced across and endless veil of pearls, little droplets nourishing all things living on a patch of dirt some refer to as Earth.



I am fortunate enough to be blessed with a disturbingly interesting life. Things Happen. It has been said I give new meaning to the phrase Carpe Diem. I like that. A recent conversation with someone I trust, more than most, revealed an opinion the world apparently has of the days I spend here: should life ever banish me to a small little town in the middle of nowhere, I would simply wither away and die.

I’m addicted to people. I need them. Ironically enough, the very concept of humanity sickens me beyond all comparison. I can’t stand it. Heaven forbid I ever get my hands on anything even closely resembling a Weapon of Mass Destruction – I’d have a frikken ball, completely with one of those awesome evil maniacal laughs you only ever see in the movies – and enjoy every minute of it with the glee only an evil master-mind could ever grasp. Don’t get me wrong: there are many things in this world I rather enjoy as well. If you know where to look, there are places and things hidden from plain sight which leave you, quite plainly, breathless.

Over the past few weeks I’ve had the most incredible dreams. To quote an update from my facebook profile: “my mind, especially the subconscious constituent, should NEVER be unleashed!”

why are you hovering over this?

where dreams are born

I had everything in there – family, aspirations, ex-girlfriends, Death (supposedly a good thing), the future from more than a few viewpoints, past lifetimes, friends, an ocean, a forest, a city wrought in devastation… everything. The worlds I explored in my dreams were a series of places that I had, in fact, visited before whilst escaping from the Real. I wish I had the talent to project these worlds on canvas – they are phenomenal, in every sense of the word. According the experts, one is not supposed to remember dreams in too much detail. Even though I’m sure there are many times I find myself dreaming and not even knowing about it the next morning, the detail with which I remember other times is amazing.

I’ve actually been considering jotting down the stories as they unfold in my World. More often than not, I recognise the milieu I find myself in. Every now and again I even live in these worlds as the same character, merely experiencing another sliver in their vastly complex lives. I’ve even had dreams where I’m a different character in the same dreams, albeit several years between these experiences and somehow remembering the connection when waking up the next morning.

OK wait – track back a bit. I’ve managed to interrupt myself in what I was originally writing about: people. Sure, dreams kind of have something to do with people – apparently specifically so when it comes to people in both my life and dreams. But that’s not the point.

I set out writing this morning because I simply wanted to. I woke up feeling great on a day most people despise about as much as a fat kid despises sharing his ice-cream. I rather enjoy Mondays – I have that whole feeling of new in everything I do. Fresh. Invigorating. Aspiration.

That very feeling this morning inspired to write more as well. I’ve apparently “resurrected” my “blog” from many years back – reviving a concept explored whilst going through a very dark time in my life, and before the advent and ever-increasing popularity of social media sites. It was literally the only way to share anything with whoever was interested in reading your drivel. Subsequent to those few rants from someone who didn’t have the faintest idea what to do with all this overwhelming emotion, Mark Zuckerberg was kind enough to throw faceBook out there. The social media site offered a new avenue of expression to the unfortunate masses who don’t share our love of all things Geek.

Facebook provided an opportunity to get into touch with the world on a whole new level. I’ll admit that the majority of my status updates in my early days there were still rather depressing and whatnot – I can’t imagine how anybody would be interested in the crap I posted. Just over three years later, I find myself using both Facebook and twitter as an integral part of my life. The term “micro-blogging” hails from combined statements made by Jack Dorsey and Evan Williams when describing their brain-child.

click it and see pictures.
Until recently, I was content with sharing my life via the said micro-blogging avenues – I tell the world everything via or Sure, a lot of people are concerned with their privacy and the amazing facility these technologies give to tweet. tweet.stalkers, but that’s something I’ll explore in another drivel-spat. As mentioned above, I find myself amidst a myriad of thoughts encouraging yet another bout of reconstruction in my life. I’m quite happy to do so – cut away the dead parts and prepare to become an even greater individual than before. In my never-ending quest for self-improvement, I have also decided to heed the many voices encouraging me to write more.

I would therefore like to commit myself to sharing with the world more often, from a platform allowing more breadth than an update here and there. It should also be noted that I am still new to the world of blogging, regardless of the time-stamps on my initial venture into the Digital Unknown. Seeing as the majority of people reading this are probably also following me on twitter or have befriended me on faceBook, I would thus like to invite everyone to give feedback on what they would find most entertaining from my perspective.

I know one has to explore oneself in finding what you prefer writing about, and I most definitely intend to do so in the coming weeks (with the help of many a bottle of fine red wine), but I’d still appreciate the odd nudge here and there.

Here’s to wishing y’all an awesome week ahead and looking forward to many a 2c being tossed my way.

//teh ‘bunny.

chilli farts. deadly.

Angel of Destruction


Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I’ve finally done it.

I just sat here for hours and swore the living crap out of literally every coders who had dedicated a good part of his brilliant career to bring us the ability to blog via WordPress. Brilliant work, but basic bloody paragraphing seems to elude these geniuses completely. I mean, it’s not bloody rocket-science. Make the HTML listen to what the writer says.

Anyhoo. I’ve also managed to dig out 5 blog-posts I composed during a very turbulent time in my life (give-or-take 10 Gregorian years ago)…and I’m ever-so-slightly tired after bashing away at little white letters dancing all over black keys, both concepts held captive by the wonder some of you may refer to as a “laptop” – yes, I think I should go get some beer as well.

The actual “blog” is thus still under construction, but feel free to poke around and scribble your own meandering all over the place. Should you find my scribbles entertaining, kewl. If you find yourself having to consume potentially unhealthy amounts of caffeine (or anything else, for that matter) in order to retain consciousness while assimilating the incredible volumes of knowledge hidden in these pages… help yourself to some Patron XO and bugger off :)


and thus refuge is found

yeah, so i finally decided to get my own blog. kinda liked the idea of being able to spew forth random words and not really caring who thinks what about it.

i wouldn’t say i’m new to the digital world of on-line lovingness, but this is the first time i’ve actually started something like this. i used to post on a couple of forums, have a clan site (way back in the day) etc etc, but this seems like an interesting concept. honestly, i won’t be able to devote myself so much to this new venture as much as i’d like to over the next few weeks: i’ve got exams coming, and i need to impress. so, tally ho and all that rot – i gots to go try and get as much knowledge into my head as ‘kind-of-humanly’ possible.

see y’all later…

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