Mulletized!

So Just[B}coz has tagged me with a meme: Addictions!

Sounds scary. Shame I think shes trying to nudge me to put (something) on this blog. So I’ll say thankyou

Ok, so the rules are:

* Post at least five current addictions and why you’re addicted to them
* Link to the creator of the meme (Being Brazen) and to the person who tagged you
* Head your post with “Current addictions”
* Tag at least two people and pass on the above rules.

1. Writing on paper with black fineliners. Ok, I’m going to clump a fineliner addiction with this one. Ive bought 5 in a week. So back to the writing - in a spell of about 3 weeks I’ve been drunk with writing creativity. But whatever writing boogie I feel evaporates if I’m not writing on paper. I think the radio-waves from the computer screen shrink my juice. Awesome thing is, that almost unknown to me and automatically without any struggle, I have managed to come up with a very rough outline for an actual book. And if I write the thing in a year, or in 10 years, I WILL write it. My promise. Swear to blog.

1. I’m addicted to constantly checking my eyebrows in the mirror. On a whim I decided to dye my hair dark recently. Only thing is, I have very light eyebrows. So naturally, I dyed them too. The box said brown, not “Black like Me”! They are so dark, I look like a travelling Cuban sideshow clown. I never realized how caterpillar-like my eyebrows really were because they they’re so light. Now I know. I move them up and down and pull unthought of before facial expressions in the mirror accompanied by various South American accents. It’s definitely an addiction. I’m not sure if a support group exists though.

1. Jeans. I have about 12 pairs.

1. When I’m driving alone in my car, cranking up the music till it bleeds my ears, and screaming at the top of my lungs at the chorus. Accompanied by slightly too fast driving…

1. The folder 2008_03_02

I know I’m supposed to tag 2 people, but - seriously, have you seen my blogroll…

Fantasy Premierleague for the 2008/09 season is open for business baby!

If you remotely follow the English Premier League, you have to signup. Its free, its alot of fun, and it might even make a Stoke vs Wigan scrap in the rain quite entising (ok I just oversold).

If anyone’s amped, just comment in this post once youve got your team, and join me in a private league.

Heres the link again: http://fantasy.premierleague.com/

I love sports. Always have. What really interests me though, is how many experts there are. Everyones an expert.

A follower of a sport or sports team generally has amazing confidence in the expression of their thoughts and opinions.  After a big sports game, people will have no hesitation in thrashing about criticism, commentary and praise on coaches, players, and tactical decisions.  There KNOW how they should go about their next game, how things went wrong, how things worked, how to improve, what to avoid etc.

I’m one of those people. Ask me about any game or sporting event, and ill have an intricate opinion. What really amazes me though, is that this innate confidence of being an expert isn’t translated to other areas of mass consciousness.

No one really takes Naas Botha’s opinion on the latest rugga game that seriously. I mean come on! Even though he’s the ‘expert’, we all feel that we can make up our own minds. We listen, then have our own thoughts. He aren’t passive.

But…

We don’t seem to do that in other areas of our lives. We always let ‘experts’ make decisions for us. We sit back and let other people think for us:

• We go to the doctor and don’t even look at the script he’s written
• We put the blinkers on when politicians make atrocious decisions on our behalf
• the list can go on…

The only reason we do this is because we’ve been indoctrinated into believing that we’re not worthy of thinking for ourselves in the spheres that directly concern us - that certain things are beyond our capacity. Why when there’s something of direct consequence or pivotal importance, do we think we are not capable of making our own decisions?

I think that the grasping and thinking for yourself in all areas is no more out of our reach than talking about the Stormer’s last match over a beer.

To quote Kerouac, “You’re a genius all the time.”

Stand up, start a riot, be an expert.