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Sunday Musings #170

Light travels faster than sound. That’s why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

– Alan Dundes


This really appeals to the scientist in me.

It also reminded me of a funny incident at school once.

In physics class one day, we were doing an experiment outside, attempting to measure the speed of sound. The teacher stood with a group of girls, who had a starting pistol (firing blanks). My friend and I, both equipped with stop watches, walked a measured distance away from them.

The experiment was to time the difference between seeing the puff of smoke as the pistol was fired and hearing the actual gun shot. We could then calculate the speed of sound, as we also knew the distance travelled.

Well, school was hard work and extremely tedious. I was a bit of a clown at times, just to relieve the boredom.

So, I spoke quietly to my friend and told her what I was going to do.

When the shot fired I dropped to the ground and lay still.

I thought this was hilarious! The teacher not so much. In fact I still remember her white face!

I was told to stop messing around and we got on with the experiment.

We got a fairly decent result in the end, considering it relied so much on human accuracy with the stop watches.


And for those few who might be interested, the speed of sound (which varies according to air pressure and temperature) is 343 m/s in dry air at 20C.



Oh Spam, How Hilarious Thou Art!

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Akismet does a grand job saving me from the worst of the spam comments, but I had to share some of my latest with you, as they are too funny!

So without further ado, let’s hear what Joseph, Leta, John and Verlene have to say! The highlights are mine.


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Most of these spam comments are attached to an old post or very often a photo! And they bear no relevance to the actual content of the particular post.

Well, I hope they amused you as much as they amused me! If you have a spare moment, why not check out your own hilarious spam comments? Have fun!


You Little Suckers!

Aphids on Honeysuckle

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Out with the spray can

Take that you little suckers

How dare you feed here!



I’ve been waxing lyrical lately about my honeysuckle plants that have all started blooming beautifully.

Unfortunately, I discovered a few bushes infested with aphids that were also enjoying the bounty!

I have a special solution I use on my roses that is kind to ladybirds, so I made up a fresh batch and sprayed away.

Now we wait and see!


For excellent horticultural information and advice you can check out my friend’s blog at The Naturarian. Many of you will remember her as MidWestern Plant Girl. She wrote a great post about aphids recently.


We Interrupt This Service!

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We have Stage Four load shedding here in SA at the moment.

The means power cuts of 2 1/2 hours, 3 times, in a 24 hour period.

Everything is run on electricity. Our ovens are electric; no power, no hot food and no cuppa. Yes, I boil water beforehand and keep it in a thermos, but it just doesn’t make a very nice cuppa.

The evenings are the worst. Last night’s cut (and the next 3 night’s) was from 20.00 to 22.30. It gets dark around 19.00. Basically you just sit around in the candle light for a while and then go to bed.

Today was even worse, as they are laying new electricity cables in our area (unrelated to the load shedding) so the power was off from 10.00 to just now, 15.30.

Why no electricity you ask?

Hmmm. This is a non-political blog. I’m sure you can figure it out.

I’m sorry, but I will not be able to visit your blog or comment as much as usual. No power: no wifi; which is perhaps the saddest of all!


Sunday Musings #169

You have not experienced true fear until a poster falls down in the middle of the night.

– Anon


I had first-hand experience of this as a new student at university, away from home for the first time.

I had rented a tiny room on the third floor at the top of a large house; a little garret right up under the roof. Half the ceiling sloped down towards the back wall to a height of about a metre. I put my desk in that area as you could only fit there if sitting down. I bashed my head on the ceiling every time I got up. It only took me a few weeks to remember to keep my head down when rising from the desk!

The bed was along one wall and there was a tiny square window opposite that looked out over the rooftops. It was absolutely freezing in winter, but pretty to see the snow-covered rooves.

To make the garret a little homier, and also to cover up some of the ugly wall, I bought many posters and stuck them on the wall with prestik.

I had Clint Eastwood, Pete Deuel (From a TV series “Alias Smith and Jones”, a take-off of the movie Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid) and David Bowie. David’s poster was on the wall where my bed was.

In the middle of one night I woke up in a panic. I heard a sound and next thing I knew something was falling on top of me, sort of folding over me and smothering my upper body and face.

I flailed around in blind terror for a moment, before freeing myself and rushing to put the light on.

I surveyed my bed to see – David Bowie’s poster had slowly peeled itself off the wall and curled over my sleeping form.

Yes, it was hilarious in retrospect, but I will never forget that feeling of panic on being woken up that way!


Granny’s Oatmeal Cookies

Cookies 1

I don’t bake much these days, as there’s usually just me to eat it; which is not good! But with visitors I get a chance to fire up the old oven and have some fun.

Cookies 2

The photo above is of the second batch, ready to pop in the oven and below is the first batch, just out of the oven.

You might wonder, in this second photo, why the cookies on the left are so nice and round, while all the others are blob-shaped. Well, the recipe says to roll the mixture into balls and place on the tray. What actually happens is that the cookie dough sticks to your hands like crazy till there is more on you than on the tray! So after my first few attempts (perfect round cookies on the left of the tray) I just spooned out dollops.

Cookies 3

These cookies are really yummy. It’s an old recipe from my Mum-in-law. I still haven’t figured out how you measure half a cup of margarine, but I just guess it!

If you’d like to try them for yourself, the recipe is below.




1/2 cup butter or margarine
1 cup sugar
1 egg – beaten
1 tspn vanilla essence
7 ml bicarbonate of soda
1 1/4 cups of cake flour* (not self-raising)
2 ml salt
2 tspn baking powder
1/2 cup coconut
1 cup oats
1 cup rice krispies


Cream marg and sugar together. Add eggs and vanilla essence. Mix bicarb with a little water and add to the mix. Sift the flour, salt and baking powder. Add coconut and oats to the dry ingredients, then add all to the egg mix and mix well. Fold in rice krispies.


Place small balls on a greased baking tray.
Bake at 180 C for 10 to 15 minutes.



*Everyone in SA uses cake flour and baking powder, not self-raising flour (as I found to my cost when I first came here from UK). In fact, good luck trying to find any self-raising on the shelves. Of course, you are welcome to use it, without the baking powder.