Rugby Union in the British Isles and Ireland is suffering from an alarming pandemic at the moment. It’s not the litany of injuries plaguing the game that is worrying, but the quagmire of dullness a generation of gymbots are dragging us through.

Rugby Union is boring. It pains me to say it, but game after game we see waves of planned and predictable attacks crashing on the barriers of well organised and drilled defence. It sounds like a clash of epic proportions: the unstoppable force meets the immoveable object. But in reality the collisions between these colossal lumps of muscle have all the drama and appeal of two washing machines rumbling into each other.

I was, and am, a huge rugby fan, but it saddens me when I see a game with so much potential for theatre and spontaneity wrecked by an over emphasis on improving the athlete rather than improving a skill set. The best and most exciting players to watch are those who can combine big collisions with sleight of hand and the ability to take advantage of broken play. Games are regularly turned on their head by the likes of Brian O’Driscoll and Martyn Williams in the Northern Hemisphere. But these players are in increasingly short supply and the two maestros are not getting any younger.

Rugby now plays host to the angry gymbot who is more interested in the size of his traps than the beauty of the game, more interested in his reflection than the good of the team. The entertainment value of the sport is suffering at the hands of narcissistic gym-monkeys and this is what truly matters for the sport to be sustainable.

The Tackle Area

This is the biggest problem in the game right now. Fear of becoming isolated and turned over leads to the drudgery of aerial ping-pong which is killing the game. The game is slowed down by improved jackling techniques, but it is not helped by the way players attack the gain line. Attacking players pick out an opposition player in the defensive line and try to beat them one on one; try to prove their greater masculinity, try to prove who is literally stronger and in doing so make it much easier for opposition to regain their feet immediately to compete the break down.

If players attack weak arms and even just get a few inches behind the gain line, a matter of inches can turn into much more. Also if they succeed in going just a small distance behind the gain line the jackal is already taken care of and the ball can be recycled more quickly.

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How often do we see a player break the gain line only to clutch the ball to his chest like a new born baby as the support player steams through empty handed. Players are too afraid to chance their arm and would prefer to remain undefeated than win.

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Players such as Martyn Williams can come into the line and perform the duties of an extra back. Most forwards these days lack the basic skills needed to turn defence into attack from the smallest of blips in regimented play.

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Future

Aggression is part of the game, but rugby is as much about brains as it is brawns. Rugby is being ruined by egos, and the narcissist’s obsession with their own reflection is sucking the joy and creativity from the game.

Rugby needs flair, and flair cannot be learnt in the gym.

The Bipolar Disorder Breakdown

1. Do your issues keep you from day to day routines??

2. Do you worry about things that most wouldn’t think of???

3. Does anyone in your family have Bipolar??

4. Be prepared if you know certain people or things set you off.

5. Make sure you take your medicine on time & keep a pill box on you.

6. On top of everything get high quality mental health care professionals.

Take these tips and advice for suggestions

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I’ll never fear like that anymore… A wounded heart on a lacerated soul… A broken life, an useless plot… I want so much to forget my death…

Feel bad. Extremely bad. My heart is failing. I thought I would fall today in the University… My favourite teacher could cheer me up for a while notwithstanding all that happens… Really, it seems that clever men like my company.

Okay, perhaps this isn’t the correct title, because by the time we got to the point I’m going to write about here, the breakdown had occurred hours before.

I needed to pick Baby Monkey and Monkey Girl up early today, because the three of us had eye doctor appointments.  Monkey Girl and I just needed our checkups and to see if our prescriptions needed to be updated after 6 months (surprise…they do) and Baby Monkey was getting checked because of the “episodes” from earlier this year.

So, this was no skin off of Monkey Girls back, but it meant no nap for Baby Monkey. 

Let me say that again.

No…nap…for…Baby…Monkey.

Now, Baby Monkey is always adamant that he doesn’t need a nap, but trust me, he does.

So, we go.

It should come as no surprise to the regular “My Real Life” reader that the first words out of Baby Monkey’s mouth were “The eye doctor is boring.”  No surprise at all.

From there, it deteriorated quickly.  He didn’t want to get checked, squeezed his eyes shut tight, refused to follow the light and just forget about setting his chin in the strap to have the poor doctor look into his eyes.

It was not good.

However, after that, Monkey Girl and I had to go to the optician, as we were both in need of new prescriptions and my glasses broke on Saturday and I’ve been managing by not making any sudden movements with my head for a few days.

So, we go.

At the optician, he takes my glasses so he can fix them.  However, I’m legally blind without my glasses on, so I can no longer see exactly what Baby Monkey is doing.  I can hear things that sound quite breakable moving around, and can see a blob of movement kind of rolling on the floor, but I can’t quite identify what is happening.

I stumble over to him and try to scoop him up only to find that he has a few pairs of glasses in his hands.  I try to put them back, but I can’t see a darn thing and have no idea where they go.  We wound up being there for a half hour.  Longest half hour of my life.

We came home and my Dad was here with Monkey in the Middle.  They were playing a heated game of Scrabble Junior.  I started dinner and tried to manage Baby Monkey.  By this point, the tears and whining were just non-stop.  I knew he was tired, I knew he didn’t feel well, but I have never heard anything like the fuss this kid was making.

“When is dinner ready?” 
“In an hour.”

“I want my dinner hot and cold.”

“I don’t  know what that means.”

“It means I want it hot and cold and not in an hour, but now!”

“Well, it’s not going to be ready for an hour.”

“I want dinner now.”

And so on and so on and so on.

My Dad finished his game with Monkey in the Middle and beat a hasty retreat, after declining my offer for him to take Baby Monkey home with him.  I really can’t imagine why he declined!

So, no one had homework so the big kids decided to see if there were any new episodes of Phineas and Ferb on the DVR.  We have it set to record any new, first run episode.  There were two and the kids were thrilled.  They LOVE that show.  So do I.  I think it could be one of the most creative kids shows on television.

But, I digress.

So, I bring my laptop downstairs and sit with them on my bed while they watch.  Baby Monkey sits on my lap and decides that he wants to sit on my arms so I cannot type, as I try to do some work for school.

I try to explain why that won’t work and he’s not buying it.

I remind myself, “he’s tired, he doesn’t feel good.”

So, I put away the laptop and offer to just hold and snuggle him.

Nope…not good enough.

He’s back to wanting dinner immediately.  It’s only 4:30.  Dinner won’t be ready until 5:11.  Yes, that’s right.  5:11. 

I manage to get through the next 41 minutes, barely managing to keep myself in check as I deal with one ridiculous outburst after another.  If he wasn’t upset about one thing, it was another.  There was absolutely no making this kid smile.

5:11

Dinner.

We’re happy.

Right?

Wrong.

Apparently, dinner wasn’t “hot and cold” as he had wanted it to be, and the tears, which never really stopped, started all over again.

“I don’t like this dinner.  I won’t eat this.  Baked Macaroni and Cheese is boring!”

All of this with him throwing himself on the table, on the floor, across his chair. 

Oh the drama. 

However, he ate.  Eventually.

The big monkeys wanted apple pie for dessert.  Baby Monkey wanted grapes.

I’m totally down with that.

So, grapes it was.

Until I look over and see that he is peeling each grape and dropping the little, tiny peels on the floor around his chair.  He looked like he was sitting in a rose garden  with lovely rose petals surrounding him. 

Except they weren’t rose petals.

They were tiny pieces of grape peel.

They were smushy and gross.

Now, time to take the medicine.

Normally, Baby Monkey is a good little medicine taker.  Actually, all of the monkey s are pretty good with the meds.

We were at the doctor this morning and she said he must be taking Benadryl before bed, as he is really, really stuffy.

So, Benadryl it was.

Two guesses if he wanted to take it.

First one doesn’t count.

At that point, I decided to take out the camera.

I realized that no one would believe the drama surrounding this afternoon/early evening without some photographic evidence.

So, now I share with you how the medicine taking progressed.  This entire photo series took about 13 minutes.

And then, it happened.

Then the sun began to shine.

Of course, it’s an hour later now and he’s crying about something else, but I guess when you are three and you’ve missed your nap, really anything is something to cry about.

 I forget, sometimes, what it must be like to not have words for everything you are feeling.  I’m the word/emotion master.  I feel an emotion for everything and have all the words I need to describe them.  In detail.  To anyone who is willing to listen.

Baby Monkey?  Not quite as many words.  Oh, he’s a talker, but still, when the chips are down, he doesn’t always have the right words, and that’s got to be frustrating as heck.

So, the lesson for me today?

The kid needs a nap.

What?  You thought it would be deeper?

I hate it. I hate all. I hate you.

HERE’S THE BREAKDOWN

Ok I maybe start a new category So I can breakdown a little bit, but most of my brakdowns come from Gildor ( thx :* ), because he mastered this category of penspinning and I think he is one of the best breakdowners in the whole world (I would say he is the best ^^ ). So here one from Peem :

Spinnerpeem&Supawit127 tag video , Peem's combo at 1:15 - 1:25 by Shaiibon & Gildor

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Breakdown:

Sonic Clip 34-24 [PU->PD] -> Charge rev 24 [s 1.0] [PD->PU] -> Rev MiddleAround 24-T2 [s 0.5] -> Tipped Charge T2(to lubisz D:) -> Tipped Sonic T2-T3 -> Pass rev T3-24-> Rev Warped Sonic 24-12 -> Rev Inv Sonic 12-23 ~ Pass Rev 13-34 ->[PU->PD] Pass 34-23 -> Sonic 23-12 -> Pass Rev 12-23 [PD->PU] -> MA 23-12 [s o.5] -> Pass 12-23 -> TW Sonic 23-12 -> Rev IA Realese 12-TF -> TF Charge rev -> FL TA rev T1-T1 -> Pass T1-12-23 -> Charge 23 [s 0.5] -> Inv Sonic 23-12 [p][s 0.5] ~ Pass 13-34 [s 0.5][c] -> Pass 34-23 -> [PU -> PD] -> Rev Inv TW Sonic 23-34 -> [PD -> PU] -> Pass 34-23 -> Sonic 23-12 -> [PU -> PD] -> Bak 12-12 [p][s 0.5] ~ FL TA rev T1-T1 [s 1.0][c] -> Pass T1-12-23 -> TW Sonic 23-12 -> Rev IA release 12-12 ->(over Supawits hand) TF Charge rev -> FL TA rev T1-T1 -> Pass T1-12-23 -> Charge 23 [s 0.5] -> Inv Sonic 23-12 [p][s 0.5] ~ Pass 13-34 [s 0.5][c] -> Pass 34-23 -> [PU -> PD] -> Rev Inv TW Sonic 23-34 -> [PD -> PU] -> Pass 34-23 -> Sonic 23-12 -> [PU -> PD] -> Bak 12-12 [p][s 0.5] ~ FL TA rev T1-T1 [s 1.0][c] -> Pass T1-12-23 -> TW Sonic 23-12 -> Rev IA release 12-12 (pass to supawit)

Well the doctor was ight, it certainly does tke time for the pills to kick in. I am on Fluoxetine nd i have heard a load of bad comments about it. People i know have been on it and they have all ha to come off it at some point for one reason or another. So as you can imagine i am pretty sceptical about being on it.
Its just so hard because no one seems to understand what i am saying. I absoulutely hate the fact that no one will make an effort to get where i am coming from. When it comes to find a job i am sure as hell going to find one that is going to make up for 3 years of not having one. I m bloodywell depressed and so i am not going to apply for any old job that is going to make me miserable.
All i keep getting told is you cant be picky in finding a job, you need the money. HELLOOOO people, the last thing someone in my position need is just any old job. I know what is going on in my head and you wont make an effort to understand so dont tell me what the heck to do. I need a job i am going to enjoy and give me something to focus on. Doing a factory job or cleaning is NOT going to help me one bit and i know that for a fact. I know what i need and it annoys me when everyone else thinks they know better than me.
I ended up getting so irate and angry that i had a breakdown. I screamed so hard and i cried for what seemed like ages and ages. I was in hysterics, it was so bad i ended up with a headache and i felt physically sick.
The second breakdown i had was for pretty much a similar reason. Although this time it was purely my doing. I have got such a bad inferiority complex at the moment. I just feel so pathetic and useless. I just have it in my head that i am going to screw everything up. I will screw everything up that touch eventually. Its the way i have thought for so many years.
I was just feeling so low and being on my own a lot of the time just makes everything worse. I cant be on my own but a lot of the time there is no choice but to be a friends and family are working, got other plans or dont live near me. In a way i feel like i have driven a lot of people away with the way i have been with this depression.  I have been violent, self loathing, ashamed and done things i have regretted like hitting my own fiance.
I dont mean t do anything that i do but i just cant help it. I feel so sorry for myself a lot of the time because of the way i have been. The least little thing will piss me off so much. Even my laptop keyboard is pissing me off and i am actually hitting keys to get them to work properly. I dont know how to vent my frustration and in some ways i do not care how i vent it. At the time of what i do or say, my mind just believes it all to be ring and true at the time.
I have been yelled at by Wayne, he says dont think like that, stop it you dont need to think like that. He says it like i can just stop the thoughts automatically. He thinks he helps but he does not. You should hear him sometimes. He sounds so patronising. He tries to tell me what to do and says he not telling me what to do, he is giving me advice. But it is not advice, hey sound like orders and make me feel so shit. I try to tell him to shut up because i am getting angry and frustrated but he just keeps on and on and on telling me to listen to him. He always moans at me saying fine i wont help if your going to be a bitch. But he wont shut up and he wont make an effort to understand what i am trying to say. So i have stopped talking to him about whats going on in my head. Now he moans at me for not talking to him and saying i am fine when i am clearly not. Perhaps if he shut his mouth for once and listened and stopped interupting me maybe i would.
My own fiance thinking he knows what is best for me is propably the worst thing about going for depression. I can deal with it te ay he is trying to make me. He is making me worse. The way he is, is the worst thig for me right now but he thinks that he is so right and he wont make the effort to change.

Is it only the lack of trust, the fear to trust? Or is there something else? I don’t know. I’m just tired and totally destroyed… What do I want except of oblivion? What do I have to do with all these feelings I have, all this anger, despair and deep offence? What do I have to… So many questions. And no answer.

Sports and Music. Both packed with vibe, aggression, anticipation, excitement, noise, energy, and soul. As an athlete, hearing a song that boils your blood and widens your eyes is just one small characteristic in which music   can transcend physically into your own actions and thoughts. Eclectic restaurants and lounges are effective with paralleling their visual atmosphere to the aura it emits. Sport venues are no different. Rarely, unless you are at a   cricket match, will the arena blair ‘Mozart’s 21st concerto   in C major’ at the height of battle. 4th and 2 and one play to win or lose the game, here are the top 10 (due to change with time).

10. Eat the Rich – Aerosmith

9. Shoot to Thrill – AC/DC

8. Beautiful People – Marilyn Manson

7. Breakdown – Tantric

6. Desire – Ozzy Osbourne

5. Take the Power Back – Rage Against the Machine

4. Let it Rock – Kevin Rudolf feat. Lil’ Wayne

3. Man in the Box – Alice in Chains

2. Animal – Pearl Jam

1. Welcome to the Jungle – Guns N’ Roses

Hi there, sorry for lacks of posting. After handed, presented, and received comments from proposal, I’ve been giving myself a bit of time to relax and research more on my project. I’ve also found some more interesting artists and I’ll post about them next posts.

Anyway, I was suggested to look at definition of words and they might help me to narrow my ideas down a bit. So I’d just joint them down here and keep updating them when I find more.

Imperfect :

-adjective

adj.

1. Not perfect.
2. Grammar Of or being the tense of a verb that shows, usually in the past, an action or a condition as incomplete, continuous, or coincident with another action.

    

Breakdown:

–noun

n.

1.  

   1. The act or process of failing to function or continue.
   2. The condition resulting from this: a breakdown in communication.

    

2. Electricity The abrupt failure of an insulator or insulating medium to restrict the flow of current.
3. A typically sudden collapse in physical or mental health.
4. An analysis, an outline, or a summary consisting of itemized data or essentials.
5. Disintegration or decomposition into parts or elements.
6. A noisy, energetic American country dance.

    

Malfunction:

–noun

intr.v.   mal·func·tioned, mal·func·tion·ing, mal·func·tions

1. To fail to function.
2. To function improperly.

n.

1. Failure to function.
2. Faulty or abnormal functioning.

    

Mistranslation:

–verb (used with object), verb (used without object), -lat⋅ed,-lat⋅ing.

Glitch (*this is the technique I want to focus on):

n.

1. A minor malfunction, mishap, or technical problem; a snag: a computer glitch; a navigational glitch; a glitch in the negotiations.
2. A false or spurious electronic signal caused by a brief, unwanted surge of electric power.
3. Astronomy A sudden change in the period of rotation of a neutron star.

    

   Word History: Although glitch seems a word that people would always have found useful, it is first recorded in English in 1962 in the writing of John Glenn: “Another term we adopted to describe some of our problems was ‘glitch.’ “ Glenn then gives the technical sense of the word the astronauts had adopted: “Literally, a glitch is a spike or change in voltage in an electrical current.” It is easy to see why the astronauts, who were engaged in a highly technical endeavor, might have generalized a term from electronics to cover other technical problems. Since then glitch has passed beyond technical use and now covers a wide variety of malfunctions and mishaps.

    

   Computing Dictionary

   /glich/ [German "glitschen" to slip, via Yiddish "glitshen", to slide or skid] 1. (Electronics) When the inputs of a circuit change, and the outputs change to some random value for some very brief time before they settle down to the correct value. If another circuit inspects the output at just the wrong time, reading the random value, the results can be very wrong and very hard to debug (a glitch is one of many causes of electronic heisenbugs).
   2. A sudden interruption in electric service, sanity, continuity, or program function. Sometimes recoverable. An interruption in electric service is specifically called a “power glitch” (or power hit), of grave concern because it usually crashes all the computers. See also gritch.
   2. [Stanford] To scroll a display screen, especially several lines at a time. WAITS terminals used to do this in order to avoid continuous scrolling, which is distracting to the eye.
   4. Obsolete. Same as magic cookie.
   [The Jargon File]

    

   Ref: wordreference.com/

    

1. Did I understand what the person said to me?

2. Did I put myself in their shoes before assuming things about what they were saying?

3. Did I think about my words before I hit send?

Email is this amazing thing that enables us to conduct transactions, communicate with friends across the distance, quickly reach out to our coworkers and collaborate in near real time on ideas.  When it comes to tone and body language, there’s no way to hear it or see it in an email.  So before you hit reply, ask yourself question #1 and #2, and then before you hit send ask yourself question #3.  This isn’t the same as writing longhand correspondence – it’s almost too quick and your first response might not be the right one.

Stop! Look! Listen! (Think! if you’re British) – maybe the same thing we tell kids to do before they cross the street should apply to all emails?

Another thought to chew on…

Apparently I have enough time to update my post tag list, nothing new in the land of N yet, trying to figure out how I’m going to interlink all of my story’s into movuies and stuff.

When I abandoned religion all those years ago, I believed that I had also discarded my susceptibility to emotional weakness, and thus the ability to hate. So, over the years I kept telling myself that the revulsion and anger I felt towards certain things, was just a feeling of annoyance…not hate.

However, recently I’ve had to admit that I really actually hate politicians, the law (as in the police)…………. and trucks. Yes trucks, as in vehicles that transport freight (and in South Africa, everything else imaginable).

It’s really easy to hate politicians; in fact it’s an obligation for all intelligent South Africans. But how can one hate trucks? It seems so pointless to hate an inanimate object which cannot feel your hatred, much less amend its objectionable behaviour to appease you. It would make more sense to hate the drivers and owners of trucks, than the trucks themselves. But as a motorist on South African roads, confronted with yet another truck that’s broken down and holding up traffic, it’s natural to think out loud, ”Damn truck!” or more likely scream out loud ”I fucking hate trucks!” I’m pretty sure nobody shouts out  “Damn driver!” or “I hate that fucking driver of that fucking truck and maybe the fucking owner too!” Okay, this is South Africa, so there’s bound to be one or two who would, but they’re as irrelevant as those who love politicians, or the police who shoot to kill.

Taxis are pretty annoying; lots of people probably hate them too, but they don’t come to a complete halt for hours on end, across two whole lanes, backing up traffic for hours. Which happens with freakish regularity, several times a day (not the same truck, obviously), usually in peak traffic in the mornings and afternoons. And if they’re not broken down, they are either travelling too slow in the wrong lane, have lost their load on the road (for some reason beer is a very popular load to lose), or the idiot driver is trying to overtake another slow truck…on an incline of all places.

So why do trucks break down with such frequency? Are they badly designed? Are truck drivers as reckless with their trucks as politicians are with our tax money or South African cocks cops with their guns?

I suspect it has something to do with the maintenance of these vehicles. Since the state-owned rail freight company hiked its tariffs all those years ago, almost everything is being transported by road these days. And the owners and operators in a highly competitive trucking industry are literally cutting each others throats for business, resulting in hardly anything being budgeted for maintenance of the trucks. What we have then is poorly maintained trucks on our roads which naturally break down at the most inconvenient of times.

What about the other annoying truck related incidences on our roads. Trucks that lose their loads, probably do so because of overloading, poor maintenance or simply through negligence in securing the freight. Why do truck drivers think that they can overtake on an incline without hogging the road and annoying the hell out of other motorists? Who knows? They’re truck drivers, not engineers.

The solution to this problem is very simple. The enforcement of steep fines for trucks that break down. I suggest that fines be as high as R10 000 for a first incident and then climbing dramatically for subsequent infringements by the same owner or operator. If you consider the lost time and productivity that these breakdowns cause to the economy, the frustration and even personal losses sustained by other motorists  when they miss flights, important appointments, even job interviews, I think the fines are an imperative. It would teach the owners to look after their shit.

The other benefit of hefty fines for truck owners, is that the traffic cocks cops don’t have to harass ordinary motorists as much as they do, to generate revenue for their Metro Council employers. So with all that extra dough coming in from the errant trucking industry, it would leave fat-arsed traffic cocks cops free to lose weight or do some real work. So instead of lazing in the shade of a tree, or behind a bush, (c)overtly manning speed cameras all day long, they could actually actively manage traffic safety.

As I struggle to finish the rest of the tales of the long ago West Coast trip in addition to a couple of other projects, I’m gonna keep the posts fresh with filler. For Friday, a music selection from a great self-taught guitarist named Simon Davies. Performing both original songs and covers with extreme versatility, I decided to post this one… a cover of Beat It, which, after attending McD’s birthday party a couple months back now holds special meaning.

Aside from this, however, I highly recommend also checking out his cover of Jerry Reed’s fantastic bluegrass-ish instrumental “Breakdown” and Simon’s original track, “Passed,” which I hope eventually records with himself and backing bass performing.

Who can save me from my nightmares…

STIMULUS PACKAGE TRACKING PER STATE. CHECK THIS OUT – GET BACK TO ME – NJ SPENT $122.7 BILLION ON….DA TA TA DA~ FIXING HIGHWAYS LIKE ROUTES & RECOVERY PACKAGES…say what?

—Bonju Patten