the corner office

SABC3 is showing Demolition Man tomorrow night. Again. Between the SABC and eTV, that damned movie must have been shown at least TEN times in the past few years. It must be the most repeated movie on South African television. Even more than Leon Schuster movies. That's how bad it is. It wasn't a bad movie, but it's reached the point where I bloody hate it.

We really must remember to schedule Thursday night dinners earlier. CSI is on at half past eight, and it's not a dinner-friendly TV. Especially episodes about body farms.

In a fit of boredom, I'm googling the names of people I went to school with. Next to nada. One old school friend has a good number of hits 'cause she's a gay rights activist, another shares a name with a pr0n star (not the same person, I don't think), and the rest are almost entirely unknown to the Internet. Admittedly a number of the women are probably married and changed names, but I don't imagine they're any different to the others.

On that note, I just googled my own name and realised that my own home page doesn't feature on the first page. Travesty! Top spot is held by a photographer namesake, and while my name dominates the remainder of the links, they're links on other blogs and web sites more popular than mine. I know why: apart from the 'who' page, this blog doesn't mention me by name. I need to work that into these pages somehow. Subtly, of course.

COLIN PRETORIUS, dammit!