Digital Footprint

As the new year approaches and folk start reflecting back on their 2014 and start with the "new year. new me" crap, I actually only have one resolution...  

"Be More Aware of my Digital Footprint" 

I cannot emphasize this enough kids, take care of your digital footprint! Have you ever Google'd yourself and see what comes up? Web links, images, videos, disturbing news, etc. With myself and numerous mates being on the job market due to retrenchment, we obviously started Googling and searching each other to see which incriminating data and images comes up. My God were we shocked! Let me tell you right now that I am so overjoyed at the fact that technology was not around for my teenage and adolescent years. Within just a few years of becoming a techno slave, I have a digital footprint so nasty and clear that even Ray Charles can see what I've been up to. My mates weren't any better as one of them has "Hitler'd a b*tch" and the other was literally trash talking the same company where he is now applying for a job.

Take care of your digital footprint people and be careful with what you put on the net and what you say. Once its out there, its out there and you stand a better chance of curing Ebola than erasing digital you. To the new age parents out there, please don't publicize your kids life on the internet. That young thunderkatt or thunderkitten will probably be forever bullied with all the incriminating naked pics of him or her online. Give the lil kid a chance in the digital world at least. Yes, I know you want everyone to see how cute your prince/princess is but that same everyone includes pedophiles that is now probably beating themselves off to pictures of your little one in the bath. Rather change the privacy settings so that only your family or close friends can see those pictures. 

I for one would NOT hire myself or any of my mates after entering a search in Google or any other search engine. With that being said, I'm off trying to clear my digital footprint and re-brand myself. 

My gift to you this Xmas.... Go Google yourself.

Isaacs IN....

Some things are better left unsaid....

My slogan for all health issues has always been "some things are better left unsaid". That was until about a week ago (NO! Stop! It's not time to do the Shmurda dance to Bobby Shmurda's Hot N*gga). I know, its difficult to NOT break out into Hot N*gga after saying "about a week ago" even if it is by coincidence. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by myself due to Bobby Shmurda, some things are better left unsaid. That is the great health advise given by Dr. Ross Morris himself. With everything going around, World Aids day being celebrated and getting older, I could no longer take Dr. Morris advise and tested myself for everything. All the tests itself is not the scary part, its those 10 days that you sit and wait for results. That wait is the excruciating part. 

I literally sat and thought of all the possible ways you can contract some shit. All the possibilities of that lingering pain in your knee. Random chest pain, why my toe nail is falling off, why my ankle hurts? That throbbing pain and little 'ball' at the back of my head. Random blood here and there. Can you get Ebola when your dick touches the inside of the toilet bowl when you sit and piss? Or maybe prostate cancer from slapping my balls on my passed out friends face during Hermanus weekend away trips? So many scenarios played out in my head that it was actually difficult to sleep during those tedious 10 days.

When the results finally came in, I was as happy as a white man in Europe(yeah I said it). After years of abusing and battering my body with unhealthy ingredients and booze, not a single damn thing is wrong with me(no checks were performed on my brain or mental capacity) and I have a clean bill of health. That being said, Life is short and nobody gets out alive so enjoy and make the most of every second you got. 

I'm definitely living more cautious and taking care of myself now but living healthy don't guarantee shit! Living healthy doesn't stop that 'ol fucker Cancer from knocking on your door or getting knocked over by a bus or attacked and beaten to death by SD supporters or Neo-Nazi fuckers. You can live healthy all you damn want and still slip and fall in the shower while rubbing one out. That will not only be very sad but also funny for the paramedics and coroners performing the autopsy on your healthy living dumb ass.

Isaacs IN 

ps. Don't forget to hook a brother up! 

End of an Era

After 8 years of services rendered and loyalty, we have been thanked with a GFY and work out your notice period. Being made redundant is actually not all that bad. Myself and all the 50+ "redundees" can now focus on our CV's and look forward to a fresh start. The initial shock, hatred, anger and depression only lasted a few hours and was quickly calmed and soothed by the thought of the leftovers. This brought much needed joy and laughter.

It's a real pity we have to work the 4 month notice period even after being told we no longer needed. Could have focused on Game 2 of our STO vs VIE basketball series. During Wiener Wiesn Fest 2014, LaFaille, Maggz and myself jetted off to Vienna to join the festivities and also hand out a whoppin' to the VIE katts on their own court. 

Wiener Wiesn 2014

After a brief team huddle and game plan strategy, we took on the VIE katts and within minutes were up 12-4 and 25-10 at the break. The VIE katts looked deflated and without their star man Roos Dookin, they looked directionless like Ray Charles behind the wheel of a F1 car. Apparently Roos Dookin was in Berlin that weekend but later sources revealed that he was actually hiding away in his apartment out of fear for that ass whoopin' in his own back yard. What followed in the 3rd quarter I cant recall due to CoachAwesome's overwhelming musky body odor. I was tasked with guarding him and choosing to play without a top on definitely worked to his advantage during the 3rd quarter. With me being dosed and light headed due to CoachAwesome's pungent odor, he was free to score a few easy buckets. This in turn gave SimonSez rejuvenated spirit and with one sip of his water bottle (which I'm now convinced was filled with muti), he played like a man possessed. He must of dug deep into his Ancestral history because he started handing out ass whoopins like it was the 1800's. With SimonSez on full Westbrook mode, the game was tied at 50 and despite LaFaille's best efforts, we lost out 52-54 at the buzzer. 

After freshening up and picking up our bruised ego from the court, we headed off to Wiener Wiesn (Vienna's Oktoberfest) to partake in the festivities. As I was still light headed from the basketball game, not much can be remembered from the Wiesn.

they serve non-alcoholic as well

Fun was had by all and it is definitely something to do and a must experience when you are in Vienna that time of year. Game 2 is apparently taking place in the STO and the date is yet to be confirmed. Should our employment situation change then maybe we can fly back to VIE instead. For now, we just basking in the ambiance of our new found freedom and working on our resume. 

Hook a brother up! 

Isaacs IN!