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This is what the planet looked like on the day Carli and Caz got married (less than 1km away). It's Clarens - and if my memory serves me correctly - it's 2001. Instead of confetti, everyone blew bubbles.

As legend would have it, this is also what the planet looked like on the day that Susan and Daniel met.

Earlier that year, in an unrelated event, shortly before my birthday - a misunderstanding resulted in an incident in New York.


Back in 2001 I used to hang with this crowd....
At the time, Altie wasn't a pro cyclist, and didn't know that was her fate. Lynn was a groupie. Val wasn't working in a bank. Leon... well... I don't know how he ended up in this photo. Me. I was finding a new way. Marita had met an old friend again... I miss Lynn.

Anna doesn't know it - but she helped me find what I was looking for.

She was too aloof, selfish and closed in to realize. But then - so was I - and I suspect we helped each other in our own selfish way. We parted ways. I miss her still.

My career was taking off, and so was I.


So much had come to an end in 2000, and 2001 - that in a way - 2001 was when everything started for me. Everything that had come before - was no longer valid. Did not apply. Was redundant. Removed. Impossible. Gone. Taken away. Stolen away. Robbed. Beaten. Destroyed.

2001. Was when it all ended. 2001 was when it all started.

There were no aliens at Jupiter. That still gets me.

Saturn is glorious.

My skills as astro-photographer, do not do him justice. He's at opposition right now. The Cassini division in the ring jumps out at you. Several bands crossing the surface of the planet can be seen as well.

It's glorious.

From left to right: Webcam (8 inch newtonian, stacked frames), Canon (8 inch newtonian, 2 layered images), JPL (Cassini-Huygens spacecraft, 4.5cm telescope)



In my defense, I might have a bigger aperture than JPL's toy.... but I don't have as good a CCD, and I'm looking from Centurion, whereas they get to go in orbit!!!

I keep on forgetting this. It is vitally important. So I'm blogging it.

When doing serial coms, remember that you have to do funny things like this: "\\\\.\\COM10"

I know what it means.



In other news, my flight number to Cape Town is 72CUNT. What are they trying to say? Am I passenger 72?


It has come to my attention that some people think this is an obscene blog entry. SHAME ON YOU for reading into my blog entry what could only exist in your dirty mind!

Muddled, ranting. Fighting as a means to resolve problems. Words. Feelings. Interspersed rational comments. I'm giving up coke for another year. Emotions. Hairy monsters. Barking mad. I'm giving up another addiction for a year. Dead horses. Flogging dead horses. A metaphor only. Apart from tanning leather there's no reason to flog dead things.

You wouldn't guess it. But the image to the right, is to me, a reminder that when you lose everything, it's not the end. It reminds me that you can lose everything and still remember it. It reminds me that remembering things rather sucks, if all you want is to have them. What you remember may never have existed either. You remember a fantasy that never existed. Doesn't matter. You lost it anyway. Having things "always be with you" is rather crap. I don't want to remember it. I want to have it. But I can't. So I'll just get over it shall I?

To you it's just some dried mud and stuff. To me it symbolizes so much more.

Over here, in this area right here -> [ ] <- back there. Is everything I want to say. But won't. You can put your own words there. Your words are wrong. Only my words are correct. So it's pointless. Find me. Walk up to me. Tell me what the words are, and I'll tell you if you are correct. NO NO. You know who I'm talking to. It's you. Not you.

It's all over. It's raining. There are clouds. I can't see the Moon. There is nothing left. But to start anew. Start nothing. Nothing at all. There is nothing.