CARROT & STICK....

(begun Sunday 26th April at 4.00am...)

Let it slide? Hell no! *grins... I say credit where it's due right? Clearly I was enjoying myself more than was allowed last night in efnet's trivia+... I finally excused myself saying I was off to watch a movie...
His Anxiousness, doubtless having lurked in the Channel, simmering with frustration, seized his opportunity some time after the film had begun. Talk about deja vu as the screen went *poof!* and disappeared! *cackles... Will SlimeBoy attempt to say it was the storm that passed overhead some two hours earlier? More to the point - will you still buy his crud? *grins..

A neat little trick it is fosho, when the banners on the screen remain but the picture vanishes totally. (on ALL channels BTW). Sure, the GameWrecker switched the TV off, unplugged and reset the thing, but by then I had barreled back into trivia+ to carry on playing....*beams..

Odd too how no dips to our lighting occurred, even at the height of the storm earlier, and yet once the PC was booted up the desk lamp dipped several times....*winks and bins it's Reprieve Request Form...

Who was it that told me the Good Superintendent was being transferred to Mayville and not Marianhill after all? As I remember it, the missive came from the Law Offices at Howard College? As has proven to be the case so often, I believed it because I wanted to, and spread the happy word accordingly... Turns out to be another FAIL on my part....*waves to Charmaine...
In one of those weird and serendipitous encounters that occur so frequently in my life, I bumped into the Good Super himself yesterday morning....*beams... On second thoughts, maybe not so weird ...*winks... The timing was just too perfect after all... Hang about long enough and I was inevitably going to head back home with a 99.9% chance of taking my usual route, so..... *falls over laughing...

When it comes to games played by the Rotten Apples, anything is possible....*grins... So there I'd been, yapping away under the wrong tree all this time, when it's suddenly been decided to set the record straight, for whatever reason escapes me....
Turns out the Good Super is still stationed up at Dodge City while his lawyer battles to have the transfer to Marianhill overturned, and he is being treated in a civilized manner while he waits nogal...*startled...

True to form, I can only speculate wildly on the reasons behind this uncharacteristically good behaviour by the Rotten Apples and their Chief...
I suggested previously that Tweedledumb may have been promised a giant leap upwards did I not? With the Provincial Commissioner due for retirement soon, there will be a delicious gap in the ranks...
With no clue as to the hierarchy (sp) of Jackie's Boyz, the news that Directorships had to be obtained before one could begin salivating over the top spot, came out of the blue (pun intended!)
Clueless how to search my own blogs, I've no way of referring you to something written yonks ago, when I'd predicted that Tweedledumb would jump the lengthy queue and attain the rank of Commissioner... As you know this came to pass without a hitch...*cackles...

I personally don't see a problem in the matter of having to attain a Directorship prior to being considered for the Provincial Commissioner's position... It's just a hop, skip and jump away after all? *laughing... Which Stations accommodate the rank of Director? *curious... Not ours apparently.... Chatsworth? Doubtful, and if that were to happen tis guaranteed jealousy would flare and contracts taken out quite smartly....*roffels..
So where in the world could the Chief go that his unique *coughs* talents and connections would be fully appreciated?
Will changes be made and our own Station upgraded to include a Director? Acquiring the gateau and getting to munch it down as well? *screams...

Let's go back to the Good Super if we may.... Has he been granted an audience with the Whisperer yet? Has he been fully briefed on the Muni Wireless/Broadband Network Project? More to the point, has he been inducted into the ranks of traditional Toad baiters? *grins..

LATER at 5.00am..

I spent an uneventful twenty minutes on the orbitrek, apart from the sound of one brief chink of metal... Chi stopped grooming himself and turned to look up at my good neighbours yard...*shrugs...

Where was I? *mutters.... Ah yes - Mulling over the strong probability that the Good Superintendent is now fully aware of my role as the Village Idiot...*cackles... Does it really matter? May I suggest voda3g, that Schabir could do a lot worse than put Superintendent Marillier to run the Station in the event that the Chief gets the promotion I suspect awaits him? For the moment at least, the Zone people trust him, and try as I may, I can't envisage him resorting to some of the less savoury practises used by Tweedledumb and Salacious Crumb and their merry band of fetid fruit....

Such a move would entail juggling with the egos of several confirmed magalomaniacs, but with sufficient promises of fantastic rewards, it could be done? *interested....
It's likely that at the outset the Abuser didn't know his modem from his monitor either... With ongoing tuition from our own Network Admin, Colin Balliram, I'm betting he can now access all the most popular porn sites in a trice....*laughing...

It's a given that the Good Super would be a quick learner himself, though he would have to adjust to spending considerable time with those less than honest or trustworthy...*grins.. I'm certain given sufficient incentive he would manage. What's it to be Schabir? *curious... As to my own role in this ongoing saga, I waste a great deal of ink asking for the unattainable do I not? *winks..
It amused my Master greatly to see that our iBurst connection sat soundly on 100% last night..*chokes... Window-dressing, designed to have me believe I make headway is all...*grins..
Nothing has changed, nor will it change... I hang still by the slenderest thread imaginable. A thread that may be cut at any moment.... *shrugs...

*The Natal robin calls in the early morning gloom, as more clouds move slowly up from the south..*

The temptation to accept that I'm outnumbered and outplayed flies briefly into my tortured head and leaves again...*cackles... You all know that I've really no choice but to continue on to the bitter end... Choosing to finally STFU would ensure my almost immediate demise fosho... *nods..
The ongoing enjoyment as my wings are ripped off is all that prevents my Controller from administering the coup de gras is it not? Not true? Then why are you still here? *fascinated...

I read just the other day that a report by the so-called South African Depression and Anxiety Group claims that one in five of our countrymen suffer from a mental disorder... This would of course exclude you? *falls over...

Finally, an interesting exercise for those of you who've got google-earth installed? Go check out how many homes and buildings are now topped off by signal-enhancing material or paint, in Kwa-Zulu Natal. Check out the roof just below the Howard College MTB, the new roof quite recently added to the top of Entabeni Hospital and of course nearer home, the big square laid on top of the toddler's dormitories here at St. Theresa's... I think you could safely follow the progress of the Information Theft Project from the air if you wished to...*beams...
PS. Another wildly fluctuating connection this morning as I sign into gmail and head over here to publish.... *shrugs...

Peace julle.. erm, minutes later and it appears as if our Network Admin still edits this blog... gmail declined to log me out after I finished here and in the end I had to resort to Ctrl.Alt.Dlt. *winks....

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Sunday 26th April 2009 at 10.13am.