Lee is…

Who am I? Well, Google says the following:

Lee is one to watch.
As long as you’re not creepy about it.

This is incorrect

Lee is a sick man.
So sick that I have breasts and a vagina.

Lee is getting sued.
Gosh, I sure hope not.

Lee is wrong about the internet killing comedy.
I’ve never thought it was killing comedy. It just means more bad comedy is freely available.

Lee is again used as comic relief.
Because I am funny sometimes.

Lee is all there is.
This pleases me.

Lee is the Shakespeare of the 20th century.
Yes! No someone pay me to write, damnit!

Lee is playing with a clubbed cast.
What does this even mean?

Lee is on a path to Louisiana.
…but will travel to numerous other places first.

Lee is against whale masturbation.
This is not true! I am in no way against masturbation of any kind. And whales have so much stress. I’m all for it.

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Lee is…

Changing jobs is a little bit like going through a divorce

I resigned from my previous job about four months ago. And it was a highly traumatic experience. And my ex-boss got to keep the kids. Restraint of trade means I can’t be with them anymore. To make it worse, I went to a competing agency, which is a little bit like infidelity. And my ex-boss made it clear that I had betrayed her. And I felt like a toad. Actually, I felt like a toad that had been run over by a truck.

The guilt was overwhelming. I nearly crawled back, begging for forgiveness. But the documents were signed and we were breaking up for good. But my little affair with my new job kept me going and I saw it through.

If a divorce is a bugger when pursuing greater things in your career, a real one must be a monster.

Then I saw some of my clients in the media, the final product of my work. And I missed them a little bit. I was a great parent and serviced the crap out of them. But I had to be a good parent to my new children.

Fortunately they were happy to welcome me into their family.

And the new job? It’s great. It’s a bigger family, and a warm and loving family. I’ve pretty much forgotten my past life. And I feel as though I have always been right here.

Did I betray my old boss? I don’t think so. I don’t think losing staff is much fun, but my new company is much, much better for me.

Am I a bad person for wanting something different? Absolutely not. It’s about growth and happiness and sometimes you need to be just the slightest bit selfish.

Do I have any regrets? Nope, none. I’m very happy.

But I do miss my old children a little.

Changing jobs is a little bit like going through a divorce

Kick of the Week: Riaan Cruywagen

I’m on a serious Riaan Cruywagen kick at the moment. He is the Chuck Norris of South Africa. Actually, he is better than that – he doesn’t even believe in Chuck Norris. Regardless, he’s a talented news anchor and a South African icon.

So I did a little reading on the man and have established the following:
1. Riaan Cruywagen wasn’t born, he thought himself into existence.
2. When he was three Riaan Cruywagen successfully reinvented the wheel.
3. Riaan Cruywagen’s first job was tutoring Pythagoras.
4. Riaan Cruywagen is an accomplished author and poet – though, humble by nature, he chooses not to write under his own title but prefers to go by pseudonyms such as W. Whitman, E. Hemingway, Proust, JD Salinger and G Chaucer – amongst others.
5. Riaan Cruywagen is fluent in twenty seven of the eleven official languages.

This is what I call an impressive CV! You can find a full version on Coda’s website.

His latest work includes reading the news and promoting the 2011 Loerie’s. You can watch the excellent video right here.

Riaan Cruywagen is awesome.

Kick of the Week: Riaan Cruywagen

My little secret

Fact: At this point in time, I want a rat more than I want a unicorn.

Actually, I’ll take two, thank you very much.

Team Rat
Team Rat!

They will ‘shoulder surf’.Amazing Rat

I will make them fabulous, nutritious meals.

Nom nom
Rats can eat just about anything.

And fun toys out of things I have around the house.

Rat Toy
I could recycle anything to entertain my new pet.

We could play hide and seek.

I wouldn't hide since I'm much bigger

And they would display great athletic ability.

Balance - they have it.

And help me with my writing.

Spell check!

Enough said – I want one in my life.

P.S. Rats can beat the sh*t out of cats.

My little secret

If you like this, keep it to yourself

Japecake on WordPress.com has alerted me to something which has been on the peripheral of my thoughts lately. We are fast becoming a race of ‘likes’. This phenomenon is mostly visible on Crackbook (more commonly known as Facebook).

There is even an identifiable sub-culture of ‘likers’: people who never say anything or interact with you other than ‘liking’ something you do on the Social Media Giant. These are the ‘friends’ that ‘like’ that you just got a promotion (instead of saying congratulations), they ‘like’ the picture you posted of a cute puppy (that’s nauseatingly cheesey and lame) and they ‘like’ that a car has run over your foot and you are in hospital (thanks, Liker – that’s great).

And we as social creatures actually care about these ‘likes’. In business, we care about how many people ‘like’ our page, and as writers we care about how many people ‘like’ our latest piece, thus spreading it all over the internet like a virus. We care about how many hits our websites get and we need to have a lot of followers and friends on whatever social media network we are using – or all of them.

If we were Peacocks, the number of likes we have on a statement made online would be the equivalent of fanning our glorious tails. On the other hand, if we were baboons, it would be the same as being a female in heat, flaunting our bright red bottoms at the male baboon.

The Wall Street Journal posted an article on this too. This suggests that we all have fake online identities because we are so determined to get likes and comments. We need anything we post to be re-Tweeted and Stumbled Upon. Diggs and Reddits help too. We don’t care if it is vomit in someone else’s newsfeed. We care about that cute male baboon sniffing our bum.

During a busy few weeks, I was very inactive on my blog. I don’t know how many people noticed. During these few weeks I stopped obsessively checking my blog stats to see if anyone else was reading. To be honest, there was no significant impact on my life. I was working harder and after a few days I stopped thinking about ‘likes’ on my Facebook status and stats on my blog. They really make no difference. In fact, I was probably more inspired and more of an individual during that time because I wasn’t thinking about my next update or blog post. I was just me and I was being me in the real world.

My witty Facebook status updates are to provoke thought and make people laugh. My mobile uploads, blog posts and tweets are to keep people I don’t see up to date on what’s happening in my life or to share memories with those included. This means we’ll have more time for real talk and memories when we get together again. Small talk is boring.

I don’t get paid to write this blog, so it doesn’t really matter how many people read it. I don’t have time to write for money and besides, I don’t want to kill my hobby. I don’t have advertisers on this page, so who cares how many page impressions this page sees. I am glad that you are reading this, but let’s be honest, our lives are not changed by you reading with what I wrote.

If you like this, keep it to yourself

How to pass the time in winter

I would rather feel cold than be too hot.

Blue
This is actually a perfume bottle, but it sums up how pretty cold can be nicely.

It’s easier to do something about being cold. For example, you could put on a jacket or wear woolly socks. When you’re too hot, short of swimming, there is only so much clothing that can be removed before being considered indecent.

I find cold exhilarating and I don’t like to perspire. While the cold dries out my skin it is less painful than frequent sunburn from the African sun. Warm beverages are infinitely better in winter and red wine is a valuable aid in heating up your core body temperature.

But most people disagree. I wrote about this last year to try and encourage people to be more cheerful – you can catch up or remind yourself here. For those of you who do not like winter, I have made a list of fun things you can do to pass time.

Set up correspondence with people from the Northern Hemisphere. Not only will they remind you of why you prefer summer, but you can gloat in a few months time about how warm it is in the Southern Hemisphere. They will be complaining about chill blains and you’ll be drinking Gin and Tonic from a frosted glass.

Winter in South Africa is still less bleak than winter in Europe.

Cocoon yourself in blankets. Much like ‘swaddling’ which Lock taught Claire to try on her crying baby in Lost – this is very comforting. This then leads to the perfect opportunity to pretend you are a caterpillar and that you will one day become a butterfly.

Eat large amounts of cheese. You’re covering up all your skin, so you may as well allow yourself to gain a little weight.

Cheese Platter
I am so glad I am not lactose intollerant

Ski on frost. This is much easier than it sounds. You don’t need fancy equipment. All you need to do is walk on frosted grass, early in the morning and you will be able to slide around with the same amount of grace as a three-legged elephant.

Ice
Frost: Not as soft as snow

Court your heater. This is an alternative to the cliché summer romance. It’s not nearly as memorable, but it will take the edge off.

Embrace your pale complexion. Not only will you age more gracefully, but you can pretend to be a vampire.

Grr
Grr - look at me, I'm so pale and scary.

Attend a ‘Christmas in July’ event. It’s much more original than the standard Christmas. And be honest, you would rather eat turkey in the cold than on a sticky, summer day.

If all else fails, you could just hibernate and emerge in a few months, unshaved and grumpy.

Grizzly
Bears get to be angry

How to pass the time in winter

Prof Bella: Absolutly Guaranteed

Anyone that’s stopped at an intersection in Johannesburg will have received a leaflet from various doctors (not the medical kind) and professors (not the academic kind) that can solve all your problems. They usually have names like Doctor Num Num or Professor Mandasai (freshly qualified from somewhere I’ve never heard of). But none of them have fluffy names, none until Prof. Bella – The Spell Casting King.

Prof. Bella’s leaflet is small. And double sided on glossy paper. This is something new. Even though the spelling is poor and the general ideas the same, I’m really taken with what Prof. Bella has to offer.

The first thing Prof. Bella can help you with is the Money Spell.

I wonder if he does this to himself?

I have no idea what Power Money Spells are and what he means by Financial Life, but I might be firing my firing my financial advisor. He doesn’t guarantee a Salary Increase or the Have Much in Your Business. But Prof. Bella does. Absolutly.

But if you’re not interested in money, you could try out the Love Spell.

It's so vague you almost want to call

I’m a little wary, because I do not want to get babies and ancestral healing sounds like something Marvin Gaye would do. I don’t really want a long illness and I don’t mind if people are jealousy of me. But for once he’s not saying how he can increase my penis size and give me a good, strong erection.

And the Money Spell must be great, because it’s reinforced on the Love Spell side of the leaflet.

Prof. Bella even has a non-existent website. Trust me, I’ve been trying to get onto it all week.

The things I would do to surf this site...

I haven’t called the number yet. But I should. He sounds legit.

Prof Bella: Absolutly Guaranteed