The 2009 Nerdy Nom-noms are open!

For those of you not on Twitter (n00bs) I have a surprise! I was halfway through a post of my personal 2009 Hotties yesterday when a comment or ten came through from the nerd boys suggesting they be included, then the girls jumped on the bandwagon too! Not mentioning any names or anything though, it did plant a little seed in my head; I have decided to run an online hotness pageant! Please say hello to The Sexiest Nerdies 2009 Awards, aka The Nerdies (play on the word ‘Nudies’ – I’m so bloody witty, really).

How it will work:

You (yes, you) will nominate your online hottie of choice by using means of my Twitter stream, email or comment right here on this very post. I want names and links of your nominees, people. I will blog the entire process and let you in on who’s who after I’ve fully investigated their backgrounds, DNA samples, swimwear modeling & abilities to stand out.

The Nerdy Nom-noms:

You can nominate as many Nerdies as you like, for whichever reason you like. I will then narrow the Nom-noms down to categories and then finals. Nominations have come from the guys mostly, so girls stop being so bloody shy already!

The Rules & Regs:

The nominees must either be South African, or reside in South Africa
The nominees must have an online presence, be it a blog, a twitter account or even just an owner of an online company.
The nominees should be nominated for their personalities more than anything else, this is onlinedom okes, shallowness is null and void here. Or so they say.
The judge’s decision is final. Unless you come up with good bribery or sexual favours second to none. I like chocolates. I’m just saying. Steve is the male judge. He likes head-banging music. And fluffy bunnies.

Right. Any questions needing to be asked may be done so here.
SUBMIT YOUR NERDY NOM-NOMS NOW!

Crouching Pretzel, hidden Ostrich

My left leg was attempting to stretch itself over my right shoulder, my neck bent at an awkward angle and my right hand was numb with pins and needles just starting to set in. Over the speakers I could hear the Ohmming of Budapest monks mixed in with the real breaking wave sounds of the ocean right in front of me, on the shore where my rubber mat was parked on wet grass, suffocating under the weight of my floating pretzel, crouching ostrich positioned body.

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Celestine Prophecy at work

The power went out suddenly which gave me a chance to nip out to spar to buy myself a coke and something with yogurt in it. I’ve been dying for frozen english toffee yogurt for days already, but no one seems to stock it anymore, not even trusty old Woolies.

As I’m driving into the spar center, my cellphone rings;

"Sheena darling, is that you? It’s Mr. Albert here" One of my favourite patients.

"Hi Mr. Albert, what can I do for you?"

"I’m outside the office, dear, and I’m reading a sign that I know only you could get away with, will you be long?"

The sign said: CLOSED. DUE TO LACK OF INTEREST ON MY PART, AND NO ELECTRICITY ON ESKOM’S. CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING ON 082…."

As I come out of the shop and sit back in my car, an Afrikaans tannie asks me to help her jump start her car. If anyone cares, this made me realise I don’t even know how to open my bonnet, let alone tell her which side the car battery is on! Eventually, to risk looking like a complete idiot, I call out the Spar manager, who does everything for me but rev the car.

Isn’t it odd how the power went out just as I craved a coke, just as I arrive at the spar, someone desperately needs help? It’s all just a little bit too coincidental to not be part of my new philosophy in life.

You see? I wasn’t lying about the Celestine being real!

Lady Chaterlaine, you’ve been Celestined!

I’m undergoing a massive self discovery. My outlook on life has become somewhat hippiefied and futuristic. Also, Celtic and earthy. I am changing my ways to that of a earth flower being, allowing the cosmos to be, and not fighting the inevitable. I’m talking, of course, about The Celestine Prophecy.

I’ve read it, I’ve researched it, I’ve discussed it. Now, I live it. I have to be honest though – the idea of meditation still daunts me. Every time I sit down in a place quiet enough, I find myself squeezing my eyes shut after a few minutes and thinking about what a dork I must look like. This then makes me think of what I’d think of when I saw someone else in my position, and I collapse into a fit of giggles.

One thing I have grasped though, are the messages in my dreams, and also the awareness of coincidences around me. The energy part of it is still a work in progress, but something I could find myself following, because – to be honest – its not so hocusy-pocusy as, say, religion.

Just this morning, I was about to leap out of the office, into my car to drive down the road, when one of my least favourite patients arrived to pick something up. Irritated, I got out of my car to help him inside, which is when he told me how he’d just been fined R700 for not having a driving license on him. Directly where I was planning to drive to! Had he not been such an asshole and told me how the trip to my office had cost him just under a grand, I would have been fined!

Thank you Celestine, I do believe coincidences are all part of some big, wide, cosmic hippie plan. Next task, get Cath to convince me Destiny does exist.