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I’m a Google fanatic. I use it for everything, from solving work problems to finding the theme song for Wallander.  So I was doing a “How to …” search the other day when I paused and the normal Google suggestions popped up and it struck me as the perfect step by step guide to living a fulfilling life.

Just not sure about the “fall/get pregnant” duplication, would have thought it would be like riding a bike – do it once and you’d never want to do it again.

So my big announcement of last week that I’m deleting my Facebook account has come to naught. Not that I was weak of character, or couldn’t bare to be without my voyeur fix for the day. The truth is that I’m in the web business and more and more of my clients are wanting to be on Facebook and Twitter all the time and for me to advice them and assist them I have to be on it. So, I’m still there and will remain there for now.

I still think that we are being handed candy by strangers while all kinds of molestation takes place, but for now I’ll just have to take it and keep my info to the bare minimum. If you don’t drop your drawers they can’t slip you a fast one.

I’m on the couch with flu (or just a bad cold). I hate being sick, but seem to have exploiting it down to a fine art. I’ve watched two Super 14 matches, one very kak movie and been trying to do some work (NSFW). Winter has come to Cape Town and it’s nice and warm here under the blanky with Annie on my legs.

I’ve had my finger of the red button for a while now. I’ve been close to the edge a few times now, knuckles white and sweat dripping off my brow but time and again I blinked. I’ve read how Facebook changes it’s privacy policy over and over to suits it’s partners and own interests. It’s reached the point we are lining up at the Rohypnol vending machine so that Mark Zuckerberg can have his way with us. We don’t resist. We don’t object. We just till the fields while our homesteads are plundered. No more. Deleting my Facebook account makes no difference to the numbers, but every drip ads to the corrosion.

So, from today I will be visiting this site every time I feel the urge to visit Facebook.

For the handful of visitors to this blog, do yourself a favour and read “Facebook’s Gone Rogue; It’s Time for an Open Alternative”. Enough said.

We have problem with flies at home. They swarm in first thing in the morning and just fucken hang around all day. We spray and keep things clean but to no avail. They just keep on coming, but at night ….. nothing. Not a fly to be seen, not one party animal. No little insomniac buzzing fuckers looking for a snack.  So I’ve been wondering – “Do flies sleep at night”. This has been on my mind the last while. Strange thing to obsess about I know, but at least it kept the ear worm at bay.

So this evening I finally got around to firing up Google and doing a search. As I started typing in my question Google did that drop down of thing of popular search term to help me out and it seems I’m not the first to ponder this weighty issue, amongst other fly related questions.

4 330 000 results for my question! Bottom line? Flies do sleep at night. They even nap in the day time. Their sleeping habits are pretty much the same as humans. Does not solve our problem, but interesting to note that the poop questions comes up a lot less. A case if ignorance being bliss?