KeesKennis

Isn't this the one where they have the little girl, hurry up.


I would love cuddle up to that bowl of choclate.
She is about as old as Vida, when I adopted Vida, isn't she?
What do you mean that KK doesn't stand for Kees's Kat's ?
I like her in any kase.

Isn't this the GUY with a dog?

"Yes, Tatsie you have got to lick HIM, like a dog, otherwise he will not notice you."
I still think I can swing Sweething and Sassie if I meet them, realy.

Why should I be interested in this?

Did you say fish?

You mean like real fish?
Like you made for papa and me and the peanut gallery of other cats in this house?

Oh, I love fish.

Fron ELISSON.
"We never produced excelent anything but the public came back,
because everything was constantly edible.
Percentages count."

Now, that's an Engineer talkin'!
Best regards,
Elisson

I would have turned my back on him but then Kees showed me .....

.... this ...

That is almost a twin of my daughter Liksie.
Scroll down to see her, because I dont want to embarrass Kees's linking prowess.
We will await more positive post's before we declare him Uncatafathomable.

Aint I the nicest thing ever.

Remember I asked you to go to Maeve next.

OK I misread that, remember I was reading upside down, and you type at three times the speed of KeesKennis.

I would so much like a ride on the back of her broom.

I will just give Goat's Puppy the eye and he will love me.

He has more on his cart than this.

He carries, on his cart of life, ten's of thousands deaths and millions of ruined lives and a ruined country.

As a boy I had many men that I could look up to.





And imitate.

Come to think of it that is why I still like sitting around doing nothing.


Comments:

BobG said...
Looking at these pictures, it is easy to see we are relatives of the apes.
Sunday, July 30, 2006 5:55:00 PM

KeesKennis said...
They are Bob, whether we want to acknowledge that or not.
Sunday, July 30, 2006 8:00:00 PM

Anonymous said...
Great photos, KK. Keep'em coming.
Marcus : Sunday, July 30, 2006 8:48:00 PM

Anonymous said...
... man, this post really, REALLY speaks to me....
Eric : Tuesday, August 01, 2006 6:03:00 PM

KeesKennis said...
Hi Eric,They were big when I posted them.Dad's are dad's
Wednesday, August 02, 2006 7:53:00 PM

Malawi.





Malawi





Zambia, I think.

Once a country spirals into the poverty trap of socialism the path out is steep.

This is not a diary it is a blog.
I will never put up a post that says "Sorry I am to busy to blog"
But I have to say this.
I live in Africa by choice.
Here we have more power failures in a month than the USA and Europe together has in two years.
Still I stay here, Why?
I love this place, aish.
I earn more money and house, transport, insurance, water and elictricity is free.
It cost's very little to live.
Did I mention that I love it here.

So when I don't comment, even on a post that give's me a (your blog)lanche, please bear with me.

The planets have to be in perfect alignment.
The power at my computer must be good, the power at the place where my radio sender is must be good, the power where my office is must be good, the power where my provider is must be good, Blogger must be behaving.
Sometimes I try to enter somebody's comments 5 or six times to no avail.
And sometimes when it is all happening I am fast asleep, or drunk.

I am NOT Moaning, I'm just stating some facts.


As a reward for listening to my crap, here is an incredible picture of the immigration in the Masai Mara.



Photo By Václav Šilha

Having an opposing thumb and a working brain and patience makes him very good.

If Amadeus was alive he would write a movement about this.

Stare at this picture until your'e "cotton picking" brain gets around it, amen.

Now go and read Whittle's first chapter of the Web Of Trust.

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Here on earth we are pretty bolshy and we lord it over the smaller ones.

Then we introduce bigger players and we shout louder and do less.

And then the big boys come into play and we shout even louder and do even less.

That's where ego takes over.

Leave it to me I will sort it out.

I have added African Safari to my blogroll.
It is written by a man that has been on African soil for a long time.
He's a Brit but his love for this continent shines thru and he is not wearing rose tinted glasses.

On 15 June 2006 he posted
" You have to laugh ...

Zimbabwe’s President Robert Mugabe has taken most things away from his people – jobs, food, schools, health and rights but try as he might, he can't destroy a wonderful sense of humour. And how they laugh - mostly at him ...

Last month, as inflation passed through the 1000 percent mark they went into overdrive texting each other anti-Mugabe jokes. More than a few focused on the latest bank notes and toilet paper ...

His goons were furious, but powerless. One of the greatest gifts modern technology has brought to Africa is an end to censorship. Old dinosaurs like Mugabe hate it. They can’t control emails and SMSing like they can rig elections or seize offending publications at airports. Mobile telephony has done more to empower poor Africans than years of wasted development aid ..."

Here in the blogosphere we engourage new blogs, so get his sitemeter ticking.
Ha Ha Haw.

UPDATE ALA THE IPUNDIT

Link now fixed

My ego in the post just upstairs got in in the way and inserted MY url in front of that of African Safari

When a country undergoes transformation on the scale that SA has it is understandable that new words or slang will develop.

The word "aish" or "eish" is one of such.



Used like in the cartoon above.

I now bring you the situation where the word AISH was used for the first time.



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!!!!!!!! A I S H !!!!!!!! A I S H !!!!!!!! A I S H !!!!!!!! A I S H !!!!!!!!

Folk's form an opinion about you and put you on a pedestal.








You just have to grin and bear it.

No matter how cute you realy are.

I blame reality. Dammmmmit.

Photo from Václav Šilha

Here, food comes if you are fast.






I am so lucky, all that exercise and running about have kept me slim and trim, even into my old toppie years.

Like Guyk I like to think deep thoughts on the patio.

Zimbabwe

"The game viewing was so amazing...We saw all the 'Big 5', if I include the buffalo that was being chomped by six male lions."

Mellisa visited the Kruger National park

After reading this post by Elisson,
I lapsed into a heavy memory downdraft.
During this period I could not bring myself to leave a comment there.
I lied when I told Erica in this post that I have met at max about 10 yew's in my life.
She said in comments "Eerily strange" for another reason, but it can apply here.
I must have been told by some super force not to remember, that is my excuse and I am sticking to it.

And then to jolt my brain, I did some googling.

Thus.

In recent years the mikvah - the bath for ritual immersion - has moved to the foreground of Jewish feminist discussions, especially since conservative and reform synagogues have begun to build their own mikvaot.

As growing numbers of non-Orthodox Jews flock to the mikveh — a trend that has spread over the last decade — an inevitable clash between the traditional and the modern is beginning to emerge, with progressive Jews seeking to recast an ancient ritual in their own image.

These days it is listed as this Chabad Strathavon, Sandown Ext.9 Rabbi A Shishler

Dipping Into Tradition
The Mikvah Makes a Comeback
www.jewishsf.com/content/2-0-/module/displaystory/story_id/4849/edition_id/89/format/html/displaystory.html offers women a chance to `take back the waters'

My linking still sucks.


The story.

History to the story.
The Sandton Synagogue and it's then Rabbi and congregation came under pressure to have a certain facility for women.

Being the shrewd businessmen they normally are, they appointed a member of the congregation to build this facility on a scratch budget.

I don't know who he was, but he was an ignoramus in concrete and building works.

The Rabbi's daughter was swimming in some minor league.
I have just leak proofed an olympic size swimming pool, before she swam in a competition, at that pool.
He got my number from a sign that was left at the pool.

He called.
I visited and heard the following.
The Mikveh is all wrong.
All the 'vessels' leak.
The building is not safe.
Natural water, rain, must not be held back until it goes into the 'baths'.
All materials must be related to 'earth'.

Now this is a job that call's for epoxy and fiberglass, which I used in the sealing of the pool.

The Rabbi told me that those materials were not acceptable.

This 3 storey building had to resemble a mud pool with modern conveniences.
He let it slip that they have had quotes to demolish the building and rebuild it.

I started doing some research and gathered the following details.
The building must have cost them about USD 100,000
To demolish and to remove would be about USD 15,000
To rebuild under the present scare about 210,000
A total of USD 235,000 is what they had to lay out over and above what they spent allready.
In terms of buying power in SA at that stage this would be USD 735,000 today.

During my research I attended the services fairly regularly and met the Rabbi often.
I also found a young engineer, recently fired for fraud, to assess the building and give me instructions as regards the safety aspect, cheaply and covered by his insurance.

I found a product that was used in deep level mining that could seal pressure leaks and was marginally organic.
The Rabbi sent the specs of this material to the USA.
The USA not Israel as he told me it would never pass muster in Israel.
Some Body in the USA passed this material as fit to be used on a Mikveh.

I found a partner for this venture and submitted a quote to the Rabbi.
By this time we have formed a strange friendship, the agnostic and the Rabbi.
He called the material "Nic's material" in all communications to the congregation.

My quote was not based on cost but on about 55% of the cost they could expect if they went the other route.

My quote was accepted.
Some of the leading ladies of the women’s committee escorted me into the service before the meeting and sat next to me during the meeting.

Afer the quote was accepted.
We sealed the baths and fixed the safety angle.

The Rabbi was of extreme use in interpreting some of the definitions of 'vessel' and proved to be truly in touch with the mystery of archaic and modern language.

When we were preparing to use 800 kg of milk to cleanse a borehole he confiscated the milk for the orphanage and gave us 2 kg of blessed skim milk to use.
A practical man.

I bought my first property from my share of the profit.

At the handover of our part of the project he said.

"Nic, you have made the richest group of jews in SA cry, I will miss you when you leave.

I last had contact with him about 10 years ago.
I have his email and will contact him again tonight.

And I can now leave a comment at Elisson.

Don't worry about your weight.
Before you disappear you will appear in something's diet book.

A worm or a vulture will for a instant reduce you to your IDEAL weight.

Photo from Dr. Laxer.

Just before he resigned the Royal Coroner said that Diana was eaten by a big bad crocodile and wasn't killed in a car crash at all.

This has upset conspiracy theorist all over the world.
Some are now investigating the theory that GWB blew up the Arch Duke Ferdinand by proxy before he was born to set the stage to rule the world.


At this stage I will admit that TIGER WOODS have won.
This is irrelevant, nevermind what that Anglophile says.

All the other people on my blogroll does not even adnit that sport exists.

Lisa talks about Tennis, sometimes.

21:38 and still waiting.

As I am waiting I am limited to SKY, CNN and BBC, all Africa edition, to hear my news.
QUESTION 1: If you voted for a Terrorist organization and this organization then attacks another country in your name, are you a civilian if this country attacks you in reprisal.
ANSWER 1: Obviously not.

I will now post pictures until 270 odd million Americans decide to have the GP at the same time as their breakfast, why should I (me me me ) wait until half past eleven at night.

A normal street side shop here in Morogoro

A corner on our stoep (patio) that Cat's Mother dedicated to our angles from Swaziland.

They dont look to happy.

Im waiting to see this again.



And this.

Can Americans ride motorbikes?

A swan from local wood, one of my favourites.

A something that will someday hold a candle or some other piece of shit when mounted on a wall.

From local wood.

Some new local art work and some with new frames.



Kitogo again with 'Woman'

Mbaluke with what we call 'Women snd child'

Kitogo 'Angel' with her new frame.

I hope that you enjoy this as much as we do.

Remember Tattoo from a few post below?





This is her remaining children from the same litter.
The ginger boytjie is Wiley and his grey sis is Liksie (Liquid)
They had an almost pure white brother that has since left us.

Now you guess the colour of the midnight visitor('s) that spawned a ginger and grey and white kitten with Tatsie.

As all modern and up to date cats do, she had her kittens in a drawer of white linen.
She was 4 years old at the time of her first and last (I made sure of that) litter.
We believed that, because she has had no kittens, that she cant.
Call me stupid..... 4 years !!

The Cat's Mother has been in my life as long as Wiley and Liksie.
They are now spoiled beyond redeption.

KeesKennis.

As a Redneck.

Eff'n ah had a reackshun time like thet me an' mah gut'd be able t'take on 17 tiffies (mechanics) an' 17 tsshq (suppo't staff), 7 airfo'ce types, 7 armah types, 1 marine an' six pack them unner th' table in no time flat.

Thet'd be a hell of a party.

Fo' th' last fourteen days Kees has been dealin' wif attitudes like this.
Hence th' light bloggin'.

Whuffo' does varmints become like this hyar when yo' prove their crappy argoomnts wrong wif impeccable logic based on points of law an' th' contrack thet both parties signed, cuss it all t' tarnation.
So'e losers.

Purdy animal ain't it?

Velociman

As a Redneck.

Th' Death Knell
Remember Hezbollah? Th' Satanic terro'istic arm of th' Islamofascists in Teheran, playin' bad fella in Lebanon? Yeah. They're daid. Not today. Not t'morry. But by next week? Yessuh. They is ovahplayed, cuss it all t' tarnation. Daid as dorenails.

ah piss upon them, too.

Actually it sounds the same.

CHARMING, JUST CHARMING

Some say ah have a wierd sense of hoomah. Others claim ah have no sense. Both is probably right. Charmin', jest flippin' charmin'.

What is the diff.


Go and check yourself with this delightfull program.
I am leaving it at that and the driver is going on to the roll.

Lisa as a Cockney

Well if I was the bloomin' Dora the bleedin' Explorer Official Web Site, right, I would NOT be waitin' anxiously for me next student loan application ter be gahn frough, wouldn't be livin' where I'm bloody well livin' and drivin' wot I'm drivin'. In fact, I probably would NOT be GOING ter school because I'd be filffy stinkin' rich... ahhhhhh, a girl can dream...

Misty as a Redneck

Have yo' evah felt thet although th' sun is shinin', ev'rybody aroun' yo' is happy, an' all sh'd be fine wif th' wo'ld, thet yo've been wrapped in a trimenjus, black cloak, which yo' kin't throw off? Nobody else kin see it, but it's gotcha trapped, so thet yo' kin't walk, yo' kin't talk, an' it feels as eff'n yo' kin barely breathe? Yo' try t'scream fo' he'p when it ingu'fs yo', but eff'n yo' manage t'git a few wo'ds out, ev'ryone who might hear, looks atcha as eff'n yer mad, on account o' af'er all, t'them thar is no cloak thar; it muss be yer imaginashun

Cajun as da Jive man

Dat's it, folks! Right on! I'm outta here until Monday. Slap mah fro! If youse attendin' Ogmeet 2006 and still need t'rides to/from de airpo't o' t'reserve some spot fo' dinna' Saturday evenin', email de Great and Powerful Og. What it is, Mama! He gots my numba' and kin track me waaay down.

Og knows all, sees all, hears all.

Denny as a Hacker.

the enemY
r em3mber when teh am3ican media were on our side... if u wEre b0rn 4fter !96, wh3n wally cronk1te, the msot trusted mAn in amraicA, came out against th eVeit \am war,t 3hn ypou dont


Maeve as a cockney.
The dog and bone rings, it is me darlin' 'alf sister.

DS: 'ey! Right! Wotcher up to?

Me: yor never gonna believe this! I 'ad the swat team in me yard! Struth!

DS: 'uh?

Me: Swat team! Oi! Sheriffs! Automatic rifles! Struth!

DS: Moooooooommmmmmm! Oi! Maeve 'ad the swat team in 'er yard! Blimey!

Elisson

I’ve been flyin' on account o' ah was about two years old, an' I’ve nevah lost mah sense of chilelike wonner at th' view out th' window.

ah lef' Saint John-Boy this hyar evenin', inroute t'To'onto fo' an on overnight stop. T'morry, it’s back t'Chez Elisson, as enny fool kin plainly see.

Th' day in Saint John-Boy was right purdy, wif a clear blue sky, a juntle (fine, mebbe not too juntle) breeze, an' a temperature in th' mid-70’s Fahrenheit. Or mid-20’s Celsius. Take yer pick. Shet mah mouth!

Marcus's comments

1) Wot does 'erro mean.
2) I'll 'ave Yabu's back, right, not ter worry.


Posted by: KeesKennis July 20, 2006 at 02:29 PM

In Samurai speak, Irene is Ilene and Ilene is Irene. 'Allo is "Herro." But if it 'as ter be explained, it don't work.

Posted by: marcus July 20, 2006 at 03:44 PM

rorrypop

Posted by: KeesKennis July 21, 2006 at 08:02 AM

There ya go, KeesKennis! Blimey!
"I rike ter eat ricorice rorrypop! Oi!"

Posted by: marcus July 21, 2006 at 09:29 AM

rove all of yer lednecks

This post can go on for a flippen long time, but i'll stop nownow.

Struckures (AS REDNECKS)

Kim du ToitJuly 22, 20068:50 AM
Billy Joe Beck makes an interestin' point in his discusshun of blues vs. grunge:
Let’s wawk this hyar a bit deeper: Led Zeppelin’s “On account o' I’ve Been Lovin' Yo'” (Zepp IV, 1971) is a stone drag, acco'din' t' th' code o' th' heells! It’s depressin' as hell, which is whut yo' git fum a lot of blues. Howevah, thet moosical struckure is th' thin' thet’s missin' fum grunge. Th' whole moosical theo'y of it is sumpin simply alien t'grunge.Hmmmm, dawgone it. I’m not th' greatess fan of grunge moosic in th' wo'ld—ah happen t'reckon thet only about three ban's kin acshully play it proper, eff'n one kin call it “playin'” at all—but one of th' thin's which interested me about grunge in th' mighty beginnin' was its rejeckshun of th' blues struckure.
In poetry terms, it’s like refusin' t'write struckured sonnets in favo' of free

never thought that they would talk again, I think the UN got involved.

Floyd Landis, performing miracles, if not on drugs.

The biggest balls that I have seen in my years of watching sport.
If he drops dead now it would not change the fact.

...bigger than your brains, I hope that you succeed.




Here is an example of a eagle claiming a cheetah kill for a few minutes, he survived.

While living in Botswana my eldest cat Tattoo was lying on her side, dozing in the sun, and enjoying the company of me and my wife.



She was lying something like the above pic.
Then some doves came sweeping into her space and she twisted and leapt 5 to 6 foot into the air and caught this dove on the tail, all in the space of 0.01 seconds.
I didn't even spill my drink.

If I had a reaction time like that me and my gut would be able to take on 17 tiffies (mechanics) and 17 tsshq (support staff), 7 airforce types, 7 army types, 1 marine and drink them under the table in no time flat.

That would be a hell of a party.

Comments:

Maeve said...
OOOOOOOOOO What a pretty kitty! I love her eyes!
Saturday, July 22, 2006 7:17:00 AM

BobG said...
Reminds me of a Siamese cat my parents had when I was a kid.We came home one day from some shopping, and found the back yard covered in blood, fur, and feathers. In one corner, with numerous gouges and scratches, was our cat, gleefully chewing on a very large rooster ringneck pheasant, who probably weighed as much, if not more, than our cat. From the looks of it, they had had quite a knockdown-dragout fight that had them rolling all about the yard; her using teeth and claws, the pheasant employing his spurs and beak. We didn't have the heart to take the bird away from her until she was done, after the battle it must have taken. She also had a habit of stalking stray dogs that wandered into the yard, and attacking them.
Sunday, July 23, 2006 8:12:00 PM