Monthly Archives: July 2012

Get your friends and build a human Megazord

So as it opens, I’m the guy at the bottom staring at that printed waterfall.

I’m pretty sure this happened before it was cool.

I remember talking to my friend on the phone and freezing mid sentence, which was fun.

Do something nutty, get your friends and do something nutty. It’ll be extra nutty. Like a fricken human-flavoured pecan nut pie, y’all,

Speaking of, yesterday we did our own little Time freeze, not in the same gist as this one, but I think it’s just as exciting. A little patience and you’ll see what I mean.

Here’s the logo. I think it’s pretty clever, even if I do say so myself.

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Sell out to the Man, steal his secrets

This is a video we made for a Vodacom film competition, for the lack of a better word, thangy. Which we won.

Being all Curt Cobain about selling your art is just so angsty, and so 90’s.

Fact – the Man’s got money.
Fact- you’re going to need money to fuel your creative endeavours, or at least make the weekend more interesting.

Now, I’m not saying become a drone. That doe-eyed idealism you cultivated during Oppikoppi is admirable, but before you rage with a fist clenched at the night sky, swearing that your artistic womb shall ne’er be whored out to garnish the chocolate of your local Marquis with orphan tears, consider this:

The corporate jungle may often be brutal, it may often be dog-eat-dog-eat-endangered-siberian-tiger-cub, but it is the best school you will ever have. You’ll enter a slice of white bread, get baptised with sulphuric acid, turn to coal, be crushed under the pressure of small neutron star and then exit as a polished diamond fit to be a girl’s best friend, if yanowatimean?

You know how I learned to green screen? Because we did a thing for Vodacom that needed it. How long did I take to learn it? 10 minutes. You see all that coloured fluid? That’s green screened milk that we graded. You’d be surprised how clever you can be when the deadline was yesterday.

We bought a Go-Pro 2 with the money. I then strapped it to my head and did a backflip.

What did you do on your Saturday? That’s what I thought

I’m not a martyr, I’m smarter.

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The Gentleman’s guide to the Backflip

Ever wanted to defy gravity?

Well, yeah, duh.

Coming soon to a blog which url is near you.

Like that poet of our generation says: “Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ What?”


That’s probably the only thing that distinguishes between capable and handicappable folk.

But why would anyone persist in anything? Because it’s fun, that’s why.

The things and projects and skills people cultivate should be one thing, fun. Life needs to be lived, or at least ridden like a thunderbreathing shecano into the gaping flamejowls of the final credit reel of this movie we call life.

You might never play piano like the kid whose umbilical chord was a major c, but you can have fun learning it.

Talent shmalent. If it’s fun you’re not dumb…for allocating time doing it. A jingle writer I’m not, but a soothsayer I am.

Plus get good at stuff that’s fun doing, the more better, the more funner.

This is me doing a drawing for varsity, technically it was work, but I got to hang out at my friend’s place on a Sunday.

It’s Brad but older. They should make that into a Movie.

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We’ve got some Diem to Carpe



Check this.

There was some masked man that walked into the Denver theatre the night The Dark Knight Rises opened, he drew a gun and killed at least 12 people. Movie-goers probably thought it was some ambient advertising or something, later realizing it wasn’t.

Okay, two directions you can take this in.

One, humanity is a horrible horrible and we should hide our daughters and socks and wait until Ragnarök.

Or two, do stuff NOW.

No waiting, no bemused shuffling when you’re around whoever makes your heart flutter, no procatinating.

You know there’s stuff that you should be doing, and I don’t mean SHOULD be doing, I mean NEED to be doing!

Why are you reading this?

Go, you fool, GO!

Death is at your door, RAGE!



Under my Mandela, ela, eh eh

Yeah, so I’m South African.

And it’s Mandela’s birthday.

One thing I’d like to believe, if I can be like R Kelly up in this PIECE, is that you aren’t anything by default, you’re not stupid ’cause your fam fam is from the deep South, you’re not no cobbler if your mom’s into shoes, and you’re certainly not a racist because your heritage says it’s likely.

You’re defined by your choices (thanks Dumbledore, or Yoda, or whatever (trollers come get me (ooh, parenthesis within parenthesis (deeper the rabbit hole goes (inception))))).

But yeah. Happy Birthday you ol’ salt, you’re morals are made of carbon fibre.

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Don’t you know about the bird?

Take your own advice kiddos.

Like me, I got meself on twitter.

I may be a fledgling now, but soon I’ll be chock full of ‘roids bro.

They call me @WhatTheFlipMan, so follow the leader, y’all.

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Friday the 13th and I’m just Superduperstitious

Everyone and their Aunt Zerifayayauxnathnach has been confronted with the idea of luck.

Sometimes things swing your way, sometimes they don’t.

The only productive thing to do in situations like these, or any situation for that matter is to either pay someone official-looking or let go of the stupid dupid thoughts of trying to throw your worry glands into hyperdrive fretting over something you have no control over.

Some stuff you can do something about, some stuff you can’t.

You need to be able to go “meh” and throw another fufufufu cocktail umbrella in your Uncle Samurai Seppuku Death drink of manhood (alc. by vol. 432%) and sit back and eat some cereal as the sun explodes.

Why me worry?

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Become freakazoid

I always thought that twitter was just the extension of facebook’s most vapid feature: the status update.

But that’s not it at all.

Twotting is all about forming connections, on al level that’s far more uh…for the lack of a better word, viral.

Six degrees of separation gets separated in a heartbeat when you know someone that knows someone that knows of someone etc.

It’s about connecting to the power of







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Get awl up in peeps’ grill

get on twitter.

If you want to pester people, do it in the socially accepted route of doing it publicly.

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