I am currently writing a track for the highly talented Lindsay McGuire.  This woman I respect and I want the music to be perfect for her.  So the other day, I turned to the inspiration of the master of composition, Michael Jackson.  While watching extra features on the man on the “This Is It” dvd, I watched an interview with his keyboard player, who shared a MJ moment with the viewers.

Most of my Google Buzz experience so far has consisted of my G-talk friends mocking the copy cat system of the highly, unoriginal application. 

The shower head is back on JZ’s head, and it’s bigger, rounder, and I suppose it’s reinforced with more HIV protection.  I was surprised, but more amused that Zapiro waited a week.  I suppose Jacob Zuma needed time to try make amends.  Sorry just is not good enough, and so that shower head is back on Zuma’s head, and now even protects our nation.  So while they clear Zuma’s presidency shack of the excessive amounts of showergel and spare shower heads – who needs Durex when you have Cobra taps, I have an idea for his replacement.  We have used this chap before, and I think his features suit the presidential parlimentary chair.

Twitter bores me, I am not going to lie.  The only reason why I use it, is to make a comment here or there, or see what the world is  up to.  In the music industry, being on absolutely every social network is important, so Twitter forms part of my weekly routine.

I sometimes question what I would do without MXIT.  I don’t like spending too much money smsing and calling, but prefer to chat to my friends via this handy service.

I have a slight feeling that Zapiro will be putting that shower back onto Jacob Zuma’s head shortly.  Yesterday, the Sunday Times exposed the story on Zuma having a twentieth child, with Orlando Pirates boss Irvin Khoza’s daughter.  The family of the Sonono Khosa are less than impressed.  What has me speechless, is that our president, is pretty much creating his own Zuma government, as he has a child in each of the nation’s sectors. 

Apple is a great company.  I love my little iPod, and I’m sure a Mac, and iPhone would look great in my life, but most people are allergic to Monopolies, and I do not see iPad causing too much damage to Kindle because of this.

I have not had time to even have my Muesli and I am writing about the Winnie Madikizela-Mandela film again.  Winnie is sueing Darryl Roodt for making a film about her, without her consent.  In most cases, Biopic’s do not require permission.  It falls under the category, “freedom of Speech”.  Other political figures did not require permission, nor did historical figures.  I give you a far out example:  Did Mel Gibson ask Jesus if he could do a film about him before making “The Passion of Christ”?

I know Oscar nominated Roodt’s style of film making.  He only tells the truth.  Is Winnie asking him to leave out facts?  Does she only want to be seen saintly.  Roodt, in any biopic he has done, has always stuck to facts.  That John Kani compared the situation to one comparing Nelson Mandela to Osama bin Laden in a possible 1967, is ridiculous.  Roodt will put in the good, as well as the bad, and remind everyone that Winnie is human, and not God.  Let's not forget that she has fraud (43 counts), 25 counts of theft, kidnapping and being an accessory to James Seipei's assault and murder.  This, as well as her freedom fighting will be portrayed.  Telling a true story is the best work a director can do.


Maybe Winnie, like the rest of us, has been hit by the recession, and surely, a negotiation to get a cut from the movie would be all round beneficial, or maybe that is what the problem is.  This movie has been public knowledge for a while.  So I ask, why the fuss now?

“You don’t mind if I light up in your house hey?” my boyfriends mother asked as she pretended to light her Electronic Cigarette.  As she inhaled and i saw a very realistic orange light, I nearly fainted.  ‘Oh no, I’ve got to tell someone I adore, and respect what to do!’, she looked at my face and giggled, telling me that she knew the smoking rules inside my flat, and revealed that the cigarette, was indeed electronic.  It took an hour to recover from my panic, luckily she had made banana muffins, and that moved the process along nicely, that woman can bake!

 

On the 11 December, I decided to save my lungs, money, teeth and nails and quit smoking.  An odd time to quit, considering that it was holidays?  Not exactly, as my favourite place to smoke was at work.
 

My journey was fine, and even hanging around smokers did nothing to me, until someone took out an E-cigarette, and offered me a drag.  My problem was habit, and so I knew if i dragged on that E-cigarette, I would be fooling myself if I was to justify even holding the electronic gadget.  I avoided it for the rest of the evening, and now it is like an electronic demon to me.

 

People claim the E-cigarette to be a life saver, perhaps it is, but it just justifies the thing that we all want to stop.  I haven’t in haled a hubbly or cigarette for nearly two months, did it without nicorettes, and used comedy as my substitute fix.   Sure I cried like a baby majority of the time, but the point is, smoking can be beaten.

 

If you want to quit smoking, do not substitute it with an Electronic Cigarette.  Just stop, there no substitution, start being real with yourself, and you’ll be that much happier!

Reflecting on my digital festive season, is about as merry as reflecting on a pot of digi-rands you did not know you had.   My Digital Festive season set me in jolly spirits for the fruits and requirements of 2010.